This summer's grand adventure, at least for my kids, is traveling to Colorado Springs to the hallowed ground of such greats as Momzilla Bobek, Momzilla Fleming, Momzilla Trenary, and countless others. Yes. It is the 2007 Broadmoor Open.
We (that, of course, being the "royal we") decided that with the 3:1 kid to parent ratio, driving would be best. So we set out. After stopping at Montezuma Castle and encouraging the kids to read all the signs by explaining that no reading equals no lunch, we were well on our way, with our minds suitably enriched with questions of ancient mysteries. (Why did the Sinagua leave? I think they somehow sensed that there would never be a Nordstrom that far north of Phoenix.)
Onward and northward. After more than a few moments of feeling unnaturally close to Clark Griswold and wishing I had the Lindsey Buckingham recording of Holiday Road on my iPod, we finally arrived in Colorado Springs. Giving in to my obsession, I did check iTunes and was shocked and horrified to find that Lindsey Buckingham's version is not available. Luckily, Mint Mogul is dashing to the rescue. I look forward to my mp3 e-mail at any moment.
Crisis averted, and are getting ready to head over to World Arena for registration and official practice ice. My nine-year-old packed no fewer than twelve skating dresses to make sure she was prepared for any situation. The skating gods were clearly smiling as she was able to select one for her practice ice, and we are on our way.
I will admit, I am a tiny bit jittery with anticipation. It's not from Starbucks, and it's not even because I'm so excited that my kids are competing in this legendary event. No. I'm totally excited about the other moms, and the prospect of walking into the blogging equivalent of a pond freshly stocked with trout for the season.
Cynical? Probably. Pragmatic? I think so. Stay tuned? Without question.