I'm So Excited!

Ever see that little dance football players do in the end zone when they've scored a touchdown? They get all hyped and then, in the moment of victory, throw down the football like, "Bam! In your face!"

Well, toss me a pair of played out leg warmers because that's me right now. Doing the victory dance with my legs running in place like a desperate extra out of Flashdance. Except I don't really have a football to throw (unless I take my son's, and that would require me actually sneaking it out of his room) so I will have to settle for throwing down a Bustelo coffee can. Bam!

I'm such a dork sometimes. But I really am excited, though. My parents are coming to see us for three (count 'em, three!) whole weeks! While we have had alot of visits from good friends and our military buddies since we came to Hawaii, none of my family has made it out here yet. Okay, technically my Mom did come out when I had Isabella, but that doesn't count since we had literally just moved here and I didn't know anybody or how to get anywhere except for a shopping mall....or two....and of course a Starbucks, LOL...

I have no problem admitting that I never quite managed to "cut the cord" all the way when it comes to my parents. While I like to think of myself as an independent person, I still cannot get through a day or two without calling my Mom at least once to engage in mindless chatter about the day's events or to have a good talk with my Dad. My mother is still one of my favorite shopping partners, my father is still the first person I go running to when I need some good advice, and Isaiah and I love nothing better than to spend an evening with them playing spades and sipping on some coffee. I could wax poetic for pages about why I am so geeked that they are coming out, but that would make your eyes hurt, so I will just do another victory dance and yell, "Woo-hoo!" (c'mon, you can even pretend you are in the living room with me this time) : )

Also, not to toot my own horn - well, maybe I am but give me a break - but I have, to this date, managed to maintain a quite lovely 4.0 GPA in my classes. I have one last final next week to knock out, and then I can chill out and rest my poor brain (which is on the verge of exploding) until classes pick back up in July. Then it's back to the grind...and my poor husband having to scrape me off the desk when my head meets the wood!