Last night I was flipping through stations (I know; last post I was also watching tv! sorry!) and landed on Nebo TV showing the second best part of the Miss Payson beauty pageant: the infamous "lifestyle and fitness" swimming suit competition. (the best part of course is the questions!) Anyhow, I was feeling quite uncomfortable for these girls flouncing around in their half-nakedness. Some did have some good tone in their thighs, though- that was cool. ANYWAY,
Later that night I was dreaming. I was in a pageant! At church. No swimsuit thankfully, but it was the dreaded talent competition. I was going to sing! Yes, I am Russell's wife after all...."My Country, 'Tis of Thee" was the song. Before singing, I was thinking of bailing. But I knew I couldn't. There was a USU scholarship to be won. I wondered to myself....singing ain't my thing- why didn't I practice? Why didn't I write a poem? (I was a really good poet once when I had love wounds to write about). Then I realized I should have brought my HULA-HOOP. Because I am a great hoola-hoop artist! I should have put that in the agenda at last year's family reunion. But I sang and sucked the microphone and was "pitchy" but it was okay.
Moral of the story: I do have a talent. I am a good hoola-hooper. Anyone up for a contest?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Pageant Queen and dreams
Posted by cold cocoa at 12:42 PM
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Dang--and I just dream about flying, driving too fast, and standing before a large group without words.
Well at least you had some talent that you wish you were doing and weren't just feeling untalented in your dream. I'm sure that, in reality, you would have made Russell proud. Maybe you forgot to do hoola hoop last summer because you were expecting a baby. I'm up to a contest -- but is it okay if I figure out some way to cheat? I used to be such a great hoola hooper but I fear my skills have evaporated!
That was a pretty intense dream. It served to remind you of your buried talents! Get that hula hoop out and show us what ya got this summer! I've tried that thing and I just don't have the moves so you have my respect.
Did you sing all four verses to My Country Tis of Thee? I think you should stick with poems; you have just moved on from love wounds to mother wounds. I've seen you hoola honey, and it ain't pretty.
I don't think I could take you up on that challenge... I've never gotten the hang of the hula-hoop, one of my childhood regrets... that and I never did learn to cross my eyes.
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