It was homecoming this weekend at good 'ole CU. I didn't go to the game. What evs. We did win, though, which makes us 6 - 0, and as a true bandwagon fan, that does get me a little excited.
There were other festivities. Something called Tiger-Rama, other... things... I don't even know what. Oh!, and the frats & sororities built "floats" on the football field. How they can be called floats if they don't move in a parade is beyond me. But that's how they do it here. Woo-hoo, woo-hoo hoo-hoo.
That's all cool. Homecoming is always nice. Handsome's & my first date was to a homecoming dance, so I've got a soft spot for it. But the homecoming that went on this weekend that really has me pumped had very little to do with football.
A friend of mine had a baby this weekend. A dear, dear friend, like, in my wedding pictures with me, friend. Like, sleepovers since before I could drive and 2-hour-long phone calls because that's normal, friend. That friend had a baby. And her witty, clever us-band, too. I mean, he didn't have the baby, but he was there, and he was involved in the homecoming.
She's got quite a story, as this has not been the regular 9-months & out, run of the mill thing. This little guy, who will always be Firepower Chainsaw Excalibur [Lastname], to me, is a gift from God, as all good babies are. (just kidding! even the not-so-good ones are gifts from God too! wait,... that's now how I meant it...). That's the homecoming story from this weekend that makes me want to paint my face and try a cartwheel.
I want to put a picture of him up here, but it's sort of late, and I don't want to bother her & her little family of 3 with a phone call about something that isn't of utmost importance, so I'll put this random baby picture up. You know, because that's basically just as good.
Hope your weekend was great, and your week rocks out. I'm ready for new things this week. Lets do some new things.
Cartwheels till I hurl,
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