My Dad

My daddy died today. It makes me quiet and thoughtful. He provided well for his family. May God be merciful.

Not a Princess

I watched the “Royal Wedding” with curiosity. The preparations leading up to the big day were amazing. I’ve decided that it’s for the best that I am not a princess. And it’s quite lucky for me that I have decided that, because there is no chance whatsoever of me ever being one. The closest I ever came was once in my Brownie troop. We were putting on a little play and there was a part for a princess. I overheard one of the troop leaders who had a tender heart for the downtrodden (and thus frequently gave me extra attention) say, “What about Sharon?” To which the more senior leader replied, rather forcefully, “Definitely NOT Sharon!” Well, that was my closest brush with being royalty. Here is why I don’t need to be a princess and it works out fine for me:

1) I like to drive my own car and go where I want to.

2) I know to put my panties on first, etc. so I do okay even when my clothes aren’t “laid out” for me.

3) I don’t want to ALWAYS have to be “in style.” Sometimes it’s nice to just stick on some jeans and an old, soft t-shirt and call it a day. 

4) I want the confidence to know my dress can be from the thrift shop (on their extra 30% off day) and I still look okay.

5) I don’t want to always have to say the right thing, because I, frankly, don’t always KNOW the right thing.

6) I want to have things to need and hope for and plan for and save up for.

7) I want to attend the church that I believe in, or change churches if my beliefs change.

8) I don’t like funny looking hats.

9) I don’t want to have every minor discussion I have with my kids, husband or sister analyzed in great detail on World News Tonight.

10) I want a reason to keep being excited about getting killer deals on eBay.

11) I want to keep thinking that my 1200 square foot house is pretty cool.

12) I want to take out the trash in my pajamas without it being made into a photo montage.

13) I don’t want Vogue magazine to critique my “beauty.”

14) I want to be so ordinary that I am able to relate to, understand and help other ordinary people.