My 15 Minutes of Almost Fame
So I had another one of my dreams last night.
This dream was great because I went to spend some Girl Time with BooMama in Alabama. And boy, did we have all sorts of excitement!
First off, Sophie had been remodeling her house. She was just taking the crow bar side of a hammer and pulling up beautiful wood floors. There were sections of her house where you could see way down (like 20 ft) to the next floor and on the lower level she had done the same thing in another area to where you could see in the basement. But she was doing it in such a way that it looked like a modern art piece, really unique and inviting, despite the fact that you could fall to your death.
(Now before y'all start telling me that there are no basements in the South, let me remind you that I grew up in the South and already know this bit of housing information. When I met Mr. Right, decided that I couldn't live without him and that I just had to get married to him because, gosh... I really did want to have his babies, I moved to Nebraska. Where they have basements. I had to ask him what that area was called and was it really safe to go down to a room below a house. He gave me a strange look, took me by the hand and led me down there. I think he was sweet because he wanted me to have his babies too...)
Anyway there was a basement. But it's a dream and you can do weird/neat things in dreams as you will see.
So while Sophie is remodeling her floors, she looks up and decides to pull a few boards that lined her staircase... which was exactly where David, Alex and The Boy were relaxing. Those kooky boys. They were all calm, peaceful and still. This is where I should have realized I was in a dream - no movement from The Boy is a rarity. They all paid no mind to Soph because this was life with her, and what can you do? (The Boy looked a little leery, but he's used to some sort of kookiness all his life.)
We were all wondering if BooMama had gone a little wacky after her return from Africa; stress was getting to her and we were just going to let her do what she needed to do to work her way through her emotions. If she needed to take apart her house the way she's taking apart her life and put it back together where she could live in it, all the better. Somehow we all knew that it would be a better place to live when she was finally done.
Sophie then decided to call it quits after that so we went into the kitchen and she started filling up her flour containers. Yes, containers. They were big, too. I asked her why she had such big containers and she said it was because she bought her flour in bulk because she needed it for all her baking. Who was I to challenge that kind of wisdom? Plus, I'm sure I would get some cake or something if I kept my mouth shut.
We went to bed.
Next day, we woke up to David settling the boys back into the stairway, but he was being real thoughtful. He had laid the area with a king-sized bed sheet and was holding it around the boys while they laid there so that they wouldn't fall through the holes in the wall. Wasn't that sweet?
Sophie had invited a couple of friends to go with us on our adventure. To be honest, I can't remember them except that one had long black hair and the other one was African American. They were both really nice, but let's face it, even in my dream world it's all about me.
And our adventure? Well, we all know how much of an outdoorsy person BooMama is, so we did one of her favorite things: we went for a long walk on some mountain trail which followed a nice big stream. Big rocks, lots of sunshine and joy. That's an adventure, I tell ya!
Coming back to the car, we realized that we had lost one of group. It was the African American friend. We split up looking for her. As I was looking through the parking lot, I saw a young man who was singing and doing some sort of musical number with lots of dramatic hand movements and stage moves. He was a cross between someone from Stomp and Corbin Bleu. He was cute, young and energetic. He looked at me and I did what I would have done in real life: I joined in. So while looking for my new friend, I was singing some song and holding my own in our two person scene. It was cool and fun!
As I headed to the car, I saw that my new friend was learning to dance. She was afraid to tell us that she couldn't dance, so she hired someone to teach and slipped away to have her lesson while we were on the trail.
Didn't she know that I'm as white as they come and I couldn't dance to save my life? I'm pretty sure that I would have gotten an "Amen, sister!" from Sophie as further proof... So I let her dance and headed back to the car to wait for her.
While waiting for the others to arrive, my musical partner came up to me, handed me a paper and pen and said, "I'm in lots of plays around here. You need to write your name and info on here because when I get back, I'm going to tell my directors that they've got to hear you!"
As I looked down, the first line said "America's Model" and I looked up at him and laughed. He had to be joking because I don't know of any 36 year old models with two kids, one of which is now taller than her. I rolled my eyes at him and started to write my contact info (first name and phone number only guys... I'm not completely stupid and unconcerned for my safety!) when Sophie ran up to me and said, "Are you CRAZY? You don't even live around here!"
I told her to hush up because this was my chance at doing something fun and ON STAGE and I wanted to see where it would go. She started to poke me to get my attention. I told her to knock it off because one can't write legibly when being poked. Then I heard her say, "Mommy?"
And I woke to The Girl poking me and saying my name.
Sigh. I was almost famous. I just about had my chance to be somebody. I coulda been a contenta. Now I'm back to being a mom and short order cook.
Somehow this role fits me like a glove. Waking up wasn't such a bad thing after all. Well, if you don't count the fact that I didn't have a chance to get Sophie's favorite recipes for all things Southern and yummy, and we never get to her favorite Mexican restaurant. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. All I have to do is eat a couple more tacos with onions, and I'll just see where they take me.