If you've never been to a Husker Women's Basketball game, you are missing out. Its constant rev-d up excitement. The band is at full pep. The women play with enthusiasm, talent and heart. And the crowd (record crowd on Saturday-over 13 thousand!) is at their "Go Big Red"-est. Its really just one jacked up party with some serious basketball playing action.
I wanted to go to support the University. To show Grant some great players with unbelievable skills and to show Mia that women with a passion are capable of anything. Of course both of them were taken in by the spectacle of it all. Grant's biggest wish was to get on the big screen. Mia's biggest wish was to get more snacks.
And then the dance line took the court. My kids were clapping and dancing along. Whoo hoo! The Scarletts do an amazing job of getting the crowd even more ramped up. Seeing how impressed my kids were with the dancers, I looked over and told Grant, "You know, Mommy used to do that when she was in high school."
He looked at me like I was a certifiable lunatic. Like he couldn't put the two together. Here were these sexy women in their sexy half shirts and sexy spandex doing sexy dance moves to sexy music. I think the idea of his mom in one of those outfits alone was enough to make him upchuck the $2 colossal Eileen's cookie he just ate.
In Grant's mind, I was never young. I was never fun. I was never....sexy. And you know what, sometimes I feel like he's right. That feeling of energy and youth and abandon seems so far away when the top things on your mind are finding a job and bills and potholes and losing weight and disciplining children and trying to get your husband to be more romantic around the house even though he probably doesn't feel like it either because he's too tired too. That person that I was in high school is in there somewhere, I just need to find her.
So we were driving home listening to KFRX and that Pitbull song comes on...I'm not sure of the name of it....something about how "I know you want me...You know I want ya".....I'm not really sure what the lyrics are because I can't understand them. Any way, I start rocking OUT! Cranking the music and letting go. Moving and grooving in my Honda Odyssey minivan driver's seat. The Latin rhythms making parts of my body wiggle that haven't wiggled intentionally in a long time. Imagining myself in a half shirt and spandex pants at 18 years old. And then turning around and seeing the look of complete horror on my children's faces.
I can still be young and sexy, but maybe, I should re-think the spandex.
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