Well, I'm back from college.

Oh, I have so many thoughts about my trip that I don't know which direction to go with it, so let me cover the sorority rush week experience today and then we'll have the move in day recap later, so to not have all of our fun at once.
Can I just start by saying that I'm having a slightly difficult time making the adjustment back to real life after doing the college thing for a couple of days?  The trip also may or may not have sparked some mid-life crisis issues within me.  Spending the night with Blair in my old college town, fetching $5 lattes, and staying out 'til all hours.....I felt nineteen again.  All that was missing was a phone call to my Daddy to tell him I needed more money. 

Anyway, we, moms, were busy, busy back in the sorority house kitchen preparing the food and drinks for their meals, snacks and also for the parties that they were hostessing.  Wasn't quite as glamorous back there in the bowels of the kitchen as it was up front where the girls were all in their little black dresses with their nude Jessica Simpson heels, fabulous eye makeup, and flawless coiffures, putting their best foot forward for the potential new members coming through rush.  They were sure to smile at us as they politely closed the kitchen doors just before the VIP guests arrived as seeing the old mamas back there slinging pots and sweating like pigs certainly wasn't the image they wanted to project.  We were kind of like the dirty clothes in the laundry room......everybody knows you've got 'em, but you don't want your company looking at it.

Just before we served dinner, the girls offered to do the routine for us that they'd been performing at all the parties.  Oh. My. Word.  It was so awesome!  All the dancing and flipping and tumbling and gyrating.  I've seen scissors with less of a leg swing.  I couldn't help but think that if I kicked my leg that high up into the air, a dispatcher would have to get involved.  I was duly impressed at their agility.  Again, I wanted to tell them to enjoy the limberness of their youth.  It, too, is fleeting.  Before you bat an eye, your ankles and knees will sound like Pop Rocks when you walk to the medicine cabinet to scarf down Aleve like Tic Tacs.           
Another wonderful observation I made was that you could tell that these young women were taught well by their mamas.  They were true southern ladies.  They always stopped by to tell us how good the food was after each meal.  "Thank you so much...the food was delicious!"  Oh, their parents would've been so proud!  Southern girls, no matter how far from home, always carry their Mama's voices around in their heads.  Shhhhh....listen.  I can hear mine now......"Don't forget to tell them you enjoyed it."