"it's the freakin' weekend"

okay, horrible song, but I sing it in my head every time I think about the weekend, or out loud if you're one of my best-s. This weekend:

• I drove to Wichita to sit at a wrestling tournament all day, mostly to see my dad and brother, both of which are totally obsessed with amateur wrestling. I can't believe this used to be such a huge part of my life. Okay, so for those of you that have seen some wrestling, I used to be the kid that ran around the mat to towel-tap the referee when the period was over, yes I was that little girl. My brother has been wrestling since he was in the third grade, so that would have made me 5 yrs old. I spent almost every weekend of wrestling season from 5yrs old to my senior year in high school at a wrestling event. I was proudly the first wrestling manager that my high school had ever had, and used to think I was pretty big stuff because I could score three matches at once. And I was totally mad when coach asked me to train some new girls because the real reason they wanted to be there was to check out some ass (excuse my language, but you get a better picture). I find this whole wrestling part of my life a bit embarrassing, but here's a shout-out to my brother: You rock! I'm incredibly proud of you! And I wouldn't trade you for anybody!
• Also this weekend, I'm completely thrilled: count 'em, three tulips are up in the back yard! spring!!! these little green shoots with pink tips, they almost look like they're wearing lipstick :)

as a side note: big bummer, my dad made an error when reading me my acceptance letter from Avila, I've been accepted to the college, not to the nursing program. My heart about broke when I read the letter for myself. Plus I feel really foolish because I told a bunch of people that I'd been accepted.