|His piano t-shirt in that music vid was pretty rad, right?|
From 1989 to 1994, I was the president of the "What in the Hell is Wrong with Your Teeth?" club. I ran the embarrassing (and often physically and emotionally painful) gauntlet of head gears, retainers, and braces. I did not campaign for such a position, being unwilling to put pictures of my buckteeth on posters and flyers. Rather, I was "appointed" to it. By genetics.
When I started attending the local university, something strange happened. I became president of the "Hippie Revolution" club. I owned a pair of olive green corduroy pants and Birkenstock sandals. I would wear them with vintage t-shirts I'd find at thrift stores. I wore lots of hemp. I listened to folk music, and wrote poetry in a notebook that had a cover made out of bark. I would regularly visit a small and obscure shop downtown called "Earthly Awakenings." They had the best selection of incense, and my favorite one--Dragon's Blood--was always in stock. (Don't even ask...I have NO answers.)
*The "Big Hair Club for Women" club.
*The "Hugh Jackman Fan Club"--y'all know how I feel about that man.
*"Bookworms Annonymous," for those obsessed with reading and highlighting books, frequenting book stores, and obtaining library cards. (Dudes! I'm a lifetime member.)
*The "Diet Coke Makes Me Happy" club.
*The "I Only Date Nimrods" club--OF COURSE, McMan is the exception to this!
*The "Barbra Streisand Fan Club." (I know, I KNOW...but she's like buttah.)
Currently, I'm the president of the coolest club I've ever been a part of. The "Lilly and Camren Rock My World" club. Because they do. They rock it and bless it and shake it right up. I find myself working and "campaigning" and laboring to be the best mother I can possibly be for them. Days are long, nights are welcome, and boogers are endless. Sure, it's a tough gig. But I am in it for life. (And longer.) For when it comes to being the sweetest, funniest, loveliest, craziest, smartest, cutest kids ever...
They've got my vote.