That's what my 14-year-old son was shouting while listening to the Rocky theme song on Monday before basketball tryouts.
It worked. He made the team. The varsity team (as a freshman). (Was that Braggetty Anne?)
It worked for me too. Thanks to YOU. I made the finals for that Good Mood Blogger gig!
Cue collective cheer.
My hub videotaped me after the final battle with Scott, Antuan and Bisma in the last two minutes of the race.
As soon as he stopped taping I made like a dummy and crashed!
Get it, crashed.
(Sometimes I crack myself up. )
But fer reals, I did drop dead from sheer and utter exhaustion. I didn't catch a single wink of sleep on Tuesday night. I didn't mean to stay up all night long, I just had a lot to do before leaving for Colorado. I fully intended on sleeping as soon as my list was complete, but it wasn't complete until I hopped in the car at 8 a.m.
I don't think I've ever done that before--just kept right on keeping on through the whole day and night. It wasn't that bad either-- just seemed like one big 'ole super sized day.
And now I'm in Colorada Springs, or as all the signs say, Colo Spgs, and I can sleep as much as I please, or don't please.
BTW, I totally get why they call it ColoRADa. This is one RAD state. Denver, WOW! What a cool, hip, happening vibe.
From a drive-by standpoint.
I LUB road trips. And unfamiliar places. And unfamiliar hotels. And cars. I got to ride all the way here in a Chevy Malibu. Car #9 from the BYU Motor Pool, baby! So stinkin' clean. And the leg room was to die for. I was seriously doing yoga stretches all the way across Whyoming.
I gotsta give props to Whyoming too. My hub said we were taking the boring route, because it was also the safe route (ain't that just like life). He was right, it was super safe--we drove completely around that whole snow storm brewing on the horizon.
(Can I just confess that I was having weird what if thoughts about that storm. Every time I'd stop at a McDonalds and update my Facebook status I would think, what if this is the last thing I ever say before . . . the storm? What if these are my last words? My famous last words? Do I want my famous last words to be spoken from McDonalds? Do I want my friends and fans and fam all over the world to be sniffling and saying, "Life is so strange. One minute she's at McDonalds in Whyoming watching Sports Center in the bathroom, and the next minute . . . poof.")
(Do you mind if I add one more parenthetical paragraph? It's just that when you're separated from your kids and your dog by 12 hours, a lot depends upon you . . . returning. You just need to return. To them. Oh, I hope I can always return to them. Until they don't need me to return anymore.)
(You get me?)
Bottom line--I didn't mind the safe route. People were super nice on the safe route. I can't tell you how many people made eye contact with me and smiled at me in Whyoming. It was like I was actually . . . present. Like in their path. Like they could totally see me. It was weird.
And I sorta liked it.
And it wasn't that boring either. Thanks to Little America. Little America dominates the Whyoming landscape. I have a lot of photographic evidence to prove this if anyone wants to take me to court over it.
Hey, speaking of court, guess what? I'm going to court. ME! I'm disputing my traffic ticket. OMGOSH, do you guys think I'm crazy? Fighting da man! Does anyone have a shot against DA MAN?
I'm going to have my hub write me a doctors note about my condition--my rare form of narcalepsy--telling the judge about how easily I slip into a coma if I drive less than 30 mph.
So help me strategize. Should I encourage my eyeballs to sweat for the judge? Or should I go the cleavage route? I don't have any of my own cleavage, but I could borrow some from my sock drawer. Or maybe I could ask Victoria her secret.
Okay, one last thing. You know how I told you yesterday that I couldn't wait to get away from my son who's eyeballs are single to the glory of the iPod Touch? Well this morning I got on Facebook and who do you think messaged me? My son.
"Plz Plz Plz" he says. "Bring me back an iPod touch from Colo Spgs."
"Patience is a virtue," I tell him. "Especially with Christmas around the corner. "
"Then I have lots of virtue," he says
"And virtue is more important than an iPod" I tell him with a self-righteous hmph.
Am I great mom or what?
Well, I gotsta go chillax.
Peace out, peeps!