All I Do Is Win

One of the things I really love about having a blog is that sometimes my friends who are reading it will either comment or shoot me an email about a post or send me a song. Music makes me feel less alone in this world, and sharing the soundtrack of my life with loved ones makes me feel even less alone.

When I was still mired in the yucky feelings I've been blogging about lately, a friend sent me this song, saying she remembered a time after she broke up with her long-term boyfriend when it got stuck in her head:

All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up

And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there

At the time, I appreciated the gesture, but I didn't identify at all with the song -- I was still stuck on looking at what I was losing rather than what I was winning.

Then yesterday on my way home from a meeting all about getting to work on helping ensure every kid in Milwaukee goes to a great school (one of my favorite causes), I stopped at the Nike Outlet to get some running clothes. I knew I needed shorts that I could wear on race day -- something that would work with the orange Team Challenge jersey I'll be sporting. And did I ever win -- found some super cool shorts and an awesome pair of grey, black, and yellow chevron stripe Dri-Fit tights that feel like an absolute dream on my legs.

When I got home, I set off on a run in my new tights, and a woman who was out getting her mail said to me: "What a great outfit!" Oh yeah -- another win -- and as I ran off, the song started playing:

All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up

And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there

Of course, when I got to my kids' school to meet them, one looked mortified upon seeing me, and the other said "No offense Mom, but I do NOT like those pants."

No offense taken, honey, cuz don't you know:

All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up...