Get Your Game Face On!

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Here comes the game face...
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It's coming...
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It's almost here...
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Aren't you excited?
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I know I am.
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Don't you love the anticipation?
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I know I do!
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Here it is...
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Voila!



Okay, that's not our game face; however, that is what I think "Crazy Aunt Isabelle" will look like when she's 80..
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Twas the night before the first “away” football game, when all through my home,
I ran about trying to prepare thinking “This would make a good poem!”

The game in question was an hour and a half away, oh, great!
So, we’d have to leave shortly after dawn to be there by 8!

A dinner of spaghetti was served at 5pm to the cheerleader girlie,
In hopes of getting her into bed very early.

But before bed, we had to adhere to cheerleader code 1209-103b, which made Iz quite angry.
I told Iz it was a small price to pay in order to say “Hooray!”
Thus, it was time to abolish, according to the Cheerleader Gods, the purple polish!



Finally, Iz was snuggled all safe in her bed, while I’m sure chants of “oooh, shaga, laga” went through her head.

The directions were stuffed in my purse with care so they didn’t slip my mind,
Because it would be disastrous to start out and leave them behind!
And, since we were going far, I also packed a few granola bars.



The coffee maker was set up to brew its mix, and this would happen at six.
One less thing in the morning I would have to make, but the most important thing to keep me awake!



The cheerleader uniform was laid out to wait for the cheerleader girlie who would probably tomorrow much prefer to sleep in late!



Cheerleader code dictates white socks, which do so not rock.
And so sat the sneaks right by the door, because in light of last week, “I will forget shoes no more!”



Rubber band, barrettes, and purple and white hair ribbons, don’t let us fail,
When tomorrow morning, we attempt to make the perfect pony tail!



Last but not least on this trip, I enlisted another,
Who just happens to be cheerleader girlie’s brother.



Come with me on another adventure; you know it'll be fun for sure!
Alas, there’s no BIG lipstick; you just get to watch your sister jump up and down like a crazy chick!
He looked at me funny like he just may, and then he said, "Okay!"