Eyeball single to the glory . . .

Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I'm on page 1! With Shea! And Tina!



I'm basking in Shea and Tina's afterglow!



And I think I finally get Glinda. Is this what it feels like to be pop-U-lar?



I'm going to enjoy this moment at #5 tonight because tomorrow it will be dog-eat-dog and I might turn into Humpty Dumpty at the stroke of midnight.



Or Jack and Jill.



Or Adam and Eve.



Unless . . . maybe . . . I get by with a little help from my . . . friends . . .



WOW! I just got the Beatles too! I'm on a roll.



So congrats, you guys have finally figured out my primary lub language . . . Votes of Affirmation! Today you lubbed me almost 800 times. That felt good, peeps.



If I win, mark my words, I'm going to buy you all a Code Red Mtn. Dew! Heck, I'll buy the whole world a Code Red Mtn. Dew.



But first I'm going to Colorada. First thing in the morning. My hub has a conference in Colorada Springs so I'm riding shotgun. Yes, it's a roadtrip, which means it's a perfect practice run for my BAA (Blog Across America).



I've never been to Colorada and to tell the truth I'm so excited. I can't wait to hit the road, Jack. Mostly because my 12-year-old wants an iPod Touch. So frickin' bad.



I told him to put it on his Christmas list but he can't take the wait. Alls he talks about allllllll day loooooooong is how faaaaaaaaaaaar awayyyyyyyyyyy Christmas is and how sloooooooooooooowwwww time is going. Especially during the daytime when he's conscious.



He's right though, time does slow way down when he's conscious.



Christmas seems wayyyyyy faaaaaaaaaar awayyyyyyyyyyy when your son's eyeball is single to the glory of the iPod Touch.



He spends all day scheming and planning and whining and longing and sighing. Earlier today he nearly entered into a trade agreement on KSL to swap his bike for an iPod Touch. He was even willing to throw in his airsoft gun and his camera to sweeten the pot.



Then he decided he needed to get a job so he offered to wash my car. I told him I'd gladly pay him $5.



"So if I wash the car 10 times, I'll get $50?" he smiled.




After I laughed in his face he started googling jobs for 12-year-olds in Utah.



"There are 976 jobs for 12-year-olds in Utah that pay $10-$12 an hour," he shouted across the living room and into the kitchen where I was making Lasagna and Chicken Divan and a big pot of homemade soup so my kids won't starve while I'm chillaxin' in Colorada.



"What should I say I want to do?" He called out to me.



"Have your lips sewn shut, " I called back.



"I'm going to put newspaper boy," he said.



"There are 567 jobs for newspaper boys in Utah," he shouted shortly thereafter.



"No there aren't," I shouted back. "No one reads the newspaper anymore."



"Yes, there are!" He said. "And it's a quick, easy and efficient process to find them. They just need some information from me first."




"Don't give them any information!" I warned him.



"But I need a JOB!" He moaned.




And then he moaned it again and again and again until I nearly poked my eyes out with a butter knife.




Then he googled how many jobs there are in Utah as a shoe shiner.




FYI, There are 817 jobs as a shoe shiner. And it's a quick, easy and efficient process to find out where. They just need some information.




ARGH! Can't wait to get to Colorada!




You guys are going to have to hold the voting fort down while I'm on the road, okay. If the Beatles can trust you, I can trust you.



LY, friends. Thanks for speaking my language. I vote you too! (VY 4 eva!)




Good Mood Gig from SAM-e

P.S. One more reason to lub Cubworld:



He's a Yankee fan.



And hey, he's playing at the Velour on University Ave in Provo this Saturday night, November 13th @ 7:30 sharp. It's only $7 cover charge per person and I bet they serve Code Red.