What 9 1/2 Hours in a Car Will Do to Me

Had soooooooooooooooo much fun this weekend.

Am soooooooooooooooo sleepy.

Realized that 9 and a half hours is really too long for me to drive. 6 were by myself. I started resorting to such measures as to roll down all the windows (manually, because my car is hoopty) and sing whatever my iPod threw at me. My favorites were:

Chik N'Stu by System of a Down
Billie Jean by The King of Pop and my fave, MJ
Poprocks and Coke by Green Day
True Blue by Madonna
Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard--at this point some headbanging was involved

I thought about all the fun I had with my WIBA friends and my BFF Jacks this weekend, and how smelly the laundry was in my car, how amazing it was to meet freaking Robbie Ventura and how cool he was, how fun it was to meet my awesome coach, how sore I am, ruminated about what cheese curd might taste like, thought some about the maneating mosquitos in Wisconsin, and how much gas and tolls cost me this weekend--which made me throw up in my mouth a little bit-- how much I wish I could see my WIBA buds and awesome teammates more often, how that IM course is just tough--plain and simple, how far I've come so far, and how much I couldn't wait to get home and hug my boys.

And finally Western Ohio was behind me and my exit came.

And I ran in the house, saw Matt and Jackson, held my little guy and just cried for about 5 minutes.

Which made Jackson a bit confused, so I tried to tell him it was because I was happy and then he giggled and pulled my hair.

More to come, but for now, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs are calling.

:)