Yes, that is the time I woke up this morning. 4:45AM. Back in college, that was the time I got home! But, today, I am presenting at WordCamp in the City, and need to be there at 8:30AM. So, as I sit here on the lovely 7:00AM local train to GST, I felt I should share some thoughts.
Waking up a the crack of dawn reminds me of all the times Jen, my Mom and myself would wake up super early, and get ready for one of Jen’s baton competitions. Jen would take forever to get ready, and would look so cute with her bun, fake hair, makeup, and huge diamond earings. She would complain about her hair, and fix it 70 zillion times, and say how she hated her pantyhose. She would always wonder around, packing her stuff up, and would always put SpongeBob pj pans on over her costume. Then, she would zip up her Starlite jacket and be ready to go.
And no competition is complete without a trip to Dunkin. We’d get coffee, bagels, and stuff for her team mates, and drive off into whatever state we needed to be in. The best is when we car pooled, so Mom would have a buddy, and then Jen and I had buddies. Needless to say, we always laughed more than anything else.
I will always remember the flying car, the cinnamon jar that burned our noses, dinker dinker doo, onesies, and saying “Aaaaaaaaalllllllllllliiiiiiiiieeeeeeee.”
And, how can I forget the cheers?
“4 little ladies asking for Respect! Come on girls, that’s what you’ll get!!”