I grew up in California. I remember when I would meet people from other states when I was a kid. Sometimes they would ask really dumb questions like, “Do you see stars where ever you go?” and “Do you surf?” (Because everyone in California must live 1.2 cm. from a surf-worthy beach.) Unless the stars in the sky were what they were referring to and unless they were referring to channel surfing, I can assure you, neither of those things were true. I lived a fairly humdrum life in the East Bay Area (SF) in California.
I really do like being mostly average. Truly, I do. We regular folks don’t have to fend off the paparazzi or owe the world an explanation each time we want to eat a bag of potato chips or get a face lift. Ya know? That’s very freeing, isn’t it? There is, however, this burden that comes with a life of unvariable regularity and that burden is not (ironically) the lack of stool softeners in our lives. It’s the weightless burden of having no real claims to fame. (It’s weightless because how can the lack of something be heavy?) SO since I, like so many of you regular folks out there, have no legitimate claims to fame I must pride myself on the ugly cousins of Claim to Fame, and that would be Lame Claims to Fame.
Here is my list not in order of unimportance nor, I might add, in disorder of importance (just to be perfectly clear.) One of these little numbers is not true though (just because I like to toy with you.) Which one do you think is not true?
- I once ate lunch with The Newsboys (I’m sure they remember it well. HA.) in high school.
- Was hugged by the guys from DC Talk (Did I mention that these were really lame claims to fame?) also in high school.
- I have an online acquaintance who has a very very famous neighbor.
- While on a mission trip to Los Angeles (ummm… also while in high school) during which we had to spend an evening walking up and talking to perfect strangers on Hollywood Blvd. (most of whom were not entirely lucid, I might add) I accidentally stepped on David Hasselhoff’s toe, made a complete jerk out of myself and had to apologize profusely.
- I met President George Bush Sr., Barbara Bush and their dog along with Mikhail Gorbachev and his daughter purely by accident when we happened to be touring his presidential library one day in College Station, TX. President GHW Bush walked right up to me, shook my hand, put his hand on my then 15 month old son’s arm and said, “What a fine boy!” Unfortunately as their arrival was unannounced, we were clueless and therefore have no picture to commemorate the experience.
- When I was small my Dad took my brother and me to meet my then favorite baseball player, Rickey Henderson, when he was playing for the A’s.
- I met the real live versions of Nemo and Dori while touring Pixar with a friend that works there as an animator.
- Had the pleasure of meeting Derek Webb (of Caedmon’s Call) and his lovely wife Sandra Mc Cracken.
- Met the guys from Jars of Clay who happened to be doing the exact same thing that we were doing after their concert, which was going to hear the tail end of the Switchfoot concert that was happening just down the hall!
- I was on the news once in my Senior year of high school for protesting (it was a one day thing that we mostly did because we were bored and we thought we would get some attention I think so I don’t know that it was really very much of a protest!) the month-long teacher’s strike that was going on because we were obviously nerds and… well, we were bored and wanted to go back to school (and didn’t want our graduation to be delayed.)
Okay, so those are all of the lame claims to fame that I can think of.
What are your lame (or not so lame) claims to fame?
(And here are the Etceteras that I mentioned in my post title…)
Tonight after dinner we were doing our family Bible reading. (Please don’t think of this is a long formal event… we usually just sit and talk about a short passage of scripture as the kids are finishing up with their dinner… and half the time we get taken on many tangents!) We’ve all been memorizing passages of scripture together for the past couple of months, from the little ones on up to the grown ups. It’s a family project. Right now we are working on Psalm 1. Well, tonight I think the toddler almost broke the cute-0-meter when asked if he wanted to try and say it, he said, “Bwessed is a man who walk wicked, or sit chair of scoffews.”
After we say the verses together we pray. Anyone can pray. Our toddler always wants to pray. Tonight he had just finished his choppy cute little version of the verse and then wanted to pray. “Dear God. Pway God. Pway. Sinnews. Gwamma. Sinnews. Gwamma. Jesus. Sinnews. Gwamma. Jesus Men Amen.”
This morning I was giddy when I discovered that my little corner of Blogland was linked by esv.org today? What a fun little surprise that was. Thanks ESV blog!
A question… How on earth does one keep a determined two year old off of his brothers’ bunk beds? This child has been voted Most Likely to be Caught Scaling the Walls of the Empire State Building Naked Before his 3rd Birthday. He is a wild monkey of a climber and I can’t figure out how to keep him from doing things that could lead to serious head injuries or bodily harm without keeping him with me on a very short leash all. of. the. time. And… well, I never use leashes on my kids. ???
And lastly, isn’t it nice when they start grooming themselves? (Excuse myself in the background there… he was oblivious to me and I am too tired to photoshop myself out! LOL Also excuse how messy their bathroom mirror is. YIKES! Who made up this whole “Keepin’ it real” thing anyways? Sheesh!)