"Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this, for it will come to pass,
that every braggart shall be found an ass"....
so what does he know?
Yesterday I sat in this theater, last row, aisle seat and watched Googie perform.
I've sat in this same theater and others similar and watched her too many times to count.
"Did you see Molly fall during the tug of war scene?" Googie asked me.
"No, I didn't see it" I answered.
"How could you not?
She fell and then slid across the floor.
And then in total Molly fashion she recovered, flashed the audience a wink. and a "thumbs up"
How did you miss that?" she asked.
Well let me tell you, if you really want to know how it is that I usually miss most of a show...
There is a shining light on the stage that catches and draws all my attention to it each and every time I sit in the audience at one of your shows.
The light is all that is perfect in my world.
My pride and joy.
Okay, I'll be honest here, when I come to watch one of your shows I can't take my eyes off of my perfect creation.
So don't all mothers think it is for their child that the sun shines...?
Well of course they do...
I always knew, that I knew, that my kids were all that.
But now I realize that I do have a serious bragging problem.
And I'm sure it can get rather annoying.
A niece of mine has been preparing for a Culinary Arts cooking contest.
She's been expressing to any and all within hearing distance her stress over this upcoming event, her shaky confidence, her "why do I do this to myself?" mentality.
I squealed into the phone when I got a call telling me that she'd won first place.
First FREAKIN PLACE...people!!!
I literally danced in my seat.
This family of mine, the one filled with actors, and musicians, and star athletes,
and people worthy of newspaper articles,
and medals and awards and honors,
Class Presidents, First Place holders, District Champs, Regional Champs, Student of the year, US Marines, Firefighter... I could go on... and on and on!!
HOT FREAKIN DAMN.... I GOTTA CROW....
Not only are these kids of "mine" incredibly incredible they are more than just the sum of their flashy accomplishments.
They are really really good hearted people too.
The Sweet Prince Buttercup's beloved told me the other day that he spends all his change daily.
Figures, I thought, that is why he claims to never have a dime to his name.
"What does he do with it" I asked thinking she would say he buys smokes, or expensive lattes, or maybe she'll tell me he throws it out the window because it makes too much noise jingling around in the cup holder...?
"He buys the homeless guys that hang out by his work hamburgers every day." she said.
It just tickles me sooooooooooooooooooooo.... I GOTTA CROW!