4:50 a.m.: Alarm sounds, waking Sleeping Snooty from a good dream. She rolls out of her high-rise bed, plants both feet on the ground and shuffles over to the armoire for, you guessed it, workout clothes. It's BodyPump time in t-minus 40 minutes!
5:00 a.m.: Clothes on, washing face, reminding myself that Starbucks medium roast is waiting on me in the lobby of the MAC
5:10 a.m.: Almost ready to leave--lacing up the sneaks, catch one last glance of myself in the mirror and, alas, my pants are on inside out. It's still dark, people... At least I have an excuse this time...once, I went a whole day with my yoga pants on backwards. Never having been an issue, I spent the whole day tugging them up in the back, noticed a Nike check on my right cheek, and thought, "Hey, that's kinda unusual...but I like it." Moment of realization: Pulling them back up in the bathroom and reading the inner-front band--"Nike Dri-Fit made in Thailand." Oye Vey.
5:30-6:25 a.m.: Rock it out in class : )
7:15 a.m.: Hit the road for Pineville, LA to emcee Tioga Elementary's Talent Show!
8:45 a.m.: Pull into the parking lot and, upon checking in, I'm greeted with smiling faces and first-rate hugs!
9:00 a.m.: The fun begins...
Ahh, talent shows... I used to be quite the enthusiast. As a young girl, any chance to perform on-stage was met with three words: Sign. Me. Up. I hold fond memories from elementary school talent shows in 97', 98', and 99'--my 4th, 5th, & 6th grade years at Jack Hayes. For my fourth grade debut, I sang "Every Heart Beat Belongs to You," by Amy Grant. After the intro, I popped up from behind a colossal cardboard heart (made by none other than Onna Gallagher) that had "Hope" written across it in flashing lights and a 3400 font. Evidently, no one sent my mother the memo that it was but a humble production... not a Broadway production. Good 'ole Nonnie has always gone above and beyond!
The next year, I wanted to step it up a bit and do something less old-fashioned, more current. My 5th grade mind decided on a selection that was sure to be a crowd pleaser. I approached Mom with the brilliant idea and this is how it went:
MOM: Have you given any thought to what you might sing in the talent show, baby? I think "Part of Your World" would be beautiful on your voice and you could have a treasure chest with your "collection" of treasures on top to use for props...
HOPE: *moaning & groaning* Mom, I don't want to sing a Disney song! I wanna do something popular... like the other kids do...
MOM: Okay, like what?
HOPE: ...Well... like..."Scrub"
MOM: What's "Scrub"?
HOPE: ........You know... that song, "I don't want no scrub, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me..."
MOM: .......................Hope, we may do a lot of things around here, but scrubbin' ain't one of them...
*end of discussion*
What song did I sing, you ask? If you guessed "Part of Your World," you'd be correct. And where did I place in the talent show? First... Yep, Nonnie knew what she was talking about. Turns out "I've got gadgets and gizmos a plenty" was much more engaging than a song with too many double negatives to count. To this day, we still don't scrub...
Giving a wave with the whole group. |
The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives. ~Robert Brault, http://www.robertbrault.com/
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