The Never-Ending Ramblings...

On My Way

I’m leaving work in a few minutes, will quickly head home(without speeding) and pack. Leaving for Savannah in the morning – yeeee-ha. (sorry for the sudden southern outburst. I’ll try to contain myself.)

I’m antsy. The weather is gorgeous. (I’m wearing shorts), and looks to remain so for days to come. And, the best part is…(drum roll) Invasion of the Insanity is on her way down from VA to visit.

I know, I will miss the games, but my teams were sliced in sweet sixteen so… Yes, I want Cinderella to dance at the ball, wearing both her slippers! But in reality, it doesn’t matter to me who wins. I love the action. And what sweet action it is. The sweat, determination, skill, and I just love the sound of squeaky sneakers on wood.

If it weren’t for Noah, I’d be a Gator –hater. Being a Georgia Bulldog fan, I’m bound by fan code 574 section C2 to do so. Wear my hatred on my sleeve. But I can’t. Jenayé Noah’s dad – Yannic Noah was tennis player. He won the French Open in 83. (fyi, he also is a musician, published writer, and tennis coach.)

Sooo. I’ll keep my little eye on him. And if the Gators win the whole thing, I’ll cheer for Noah.

Regardless, I'll be in Savannah, walking down River Street, eating at Vinni Go Go's Pizza, and doing Jaeger bombs at Kevin Barry's....