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Grandparents, Karma and Patrick Dempsey

Posted in Live with tags , , on April 12, 2008 by Pip

We have all heard the saying,”what goes around comes around”…no kids, it was said before Justin Timberlake  never thought his name would be in my blog)…well lifes “dog chasing tail” karma bit me in the ass yesterday.  I went to Charlotte Latin from 3rd-12th grade..we lived an hour away but my folks wanted a private school.  In lower school we had Grandparents Day every year..it was this big show of kids singing top 20 songs and when I was in 5th grade I was one of the Andrew Sisters singing boogie woogie bugle boy and sentimental journey.  I remember my Mum being so proud and my Dad looking completely bored (proud but bored).  Grandparents Day was kinda cool..,for kids who weren’t “A” students, it was a time that we could be total lower school bad asses….

Yesterday, Monks had Grandparents Day….I felt like I was at a Dead Show trying to find seats (I need a miracle) and friends.  I am not even stretching the truth when I say..families were at the school by 6:30am  for a 9:30 show…..for good seats.  Parents had seats saved by names on paper, newspapers (WSJ, NYT)…and then there was a row with Star,Us weekly and Road-that would be my row.  Most parents, don’t want people to know that they read total crap mags, (Star,Us) I am here to say if you are gonna do it you gotta own it.  I like seeing who is cought without makeup,broke up and gossip..not to mention seeing Patrick Dempsey cruising down the sidewalk while his daughter learns to ride.  It is a good thing he is decked out in full kitPatrick Dempsey and Tallulah..maybe he is helping his daughter learn that adults dress in Garanimal clothes too.  Maybe it was a gift from her..or maybe- I really don’t have another excuse. But, Patrick wear your helmet when you ride with your kid (and when our photo will be in a magazine)  Anyway, Road was my saving grace-noone is going to ask me about playgroups,projects or anything while my face is buried in it.  Finally it is 9:30 and the gym has over 2400 parents/GP squished into a vast space of raising temp, kickin’ coffee breathe and younger kids who wanted to leave.

As soon as the lights came up and I saw 16 kids dressed as ants (all black costumes with hoods).  Parents began to sit up to figure out where their kid was..as soon as Monks walked out I could tell it was him.  He is tall (go figure – I’m 5’10”), lanky and carries himself with total Joy…OK, to be honest we put bright red shoes on him!!!  Come on they were all in black.

So karma found me.  When I was waiting for the show to start I understood that even though my parents looked so tired and ready to head home by the end of the show…they were so proud.  I had goosebumps and tears as I watched kids bump into each other and sing “the ants go marching”…We all want to be ROCKSTARS..when kids do anything in public and clapping is involved they are at automatic rockstar status.

It’s raining and I am about to play soccer with 8 boys (5-8 yrs old) and then we are playing mud bike..ride thru a mud puddle and we rate by amount of mud and style.

I get extra style points for being a Mum, a girl and old (I mights break a hip)…I’ll post pix tomorrow.

xoxo

Pip

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