I had the best time visiting with my Godkids Saturday. LB2'd brought both Godkid J, who had a karate tournament here, and Godkid Mini Me. It was a sheer delight to get to hang with them, which I don't get a chance to do often enough. They are growing up so fast. Too fast for ol' Aunt BBG. He's 13 and she's 11. ...Seems like it was just yesterday I was putting them in pillowcases trying to steal them. Despite having been subjected to the trauma of surviving an attempted kidnapping They are really, really good kids. LB2'd is a really, really good mom, and I'm so glad they have (code name) H2B#3 as their dad figure.
(BBG Fact: I fully believe that seeing a cab over engine (COE), or as Izzz calls 'em, 'flat face' trucks, is a good omen. Always. Under any circumstances. I don't know why. I just love 'em.)
Godkid J earned two medals (or as LB2'd observed, he's "6 medals and a bong away from Michael Phleps"). It was his first tournament, I was so proud to see him compete so well.
(Congrats Godkid J!!)
Mini Me, code named because even though I literally saw her pop outta LB2'd, she, from pretty much go has demonstrated many, many BBG qualities (oh, and whatever the opposite of "qualities" is) to not be mine. She is a mini me. Not being lesbians, we have yet to figure out the logistics of it, but somehow that girl is mine.
Because she is me she didn't even question when I said we were going to get our picture taken in front of the big ass, ol' school Mack truck we spied as we walked into the venue.
(Mini Me and a Mack)
It was a proud moment when I got to tell Mini Me about cab over engine trucks and BJ et the Bear. (single tear slowly drops)
(Random: My favorite Mini Me quote; "Everything is ok with Aunt BBG, even in war." While I've never reeeeally been entirely sure what that meant, I've always taken it as very high regard. Good to know I'm not fuckin' up being an Aunt too much! Until them I'd had no Aunting experience, you know.)
And yes.
Of course I had my photo taken with the truck.
Did you really think I didn't?
DO YOU NOT KNOW ME AT FUCKING ALLLLLLL?
(Note to self: While you still look big, mainly because you are,
you look slightly less big in proximity to huge things.
Strongly consider dating NBA and NFL sized guys,
touring tall circus freaks and Ron Jeremy.)
At some point (as it always does) things took a turn for the, "well. Isn't that sumthin'".
LB2'd, Mini Me and moi had wondered to the concession stand. On our way back to the competition area (...I know right about now you're envisioning some grand the Kid and Johnny Lawerence leg sweepin' event, but it was really a somewhat sketchy gym. Nuthin' bad happened, but there were no mats. I think there probably shoulda been mats, right? And a Mr. Miyagi?), one of Godkid J's pals stopped us and said that J was "looking for his parents". Which struck me as kinda odd. But I didn't say anything.
As we proceeded to the no mat/Miyagi free competition zone, we came upon the same kid's father, who also mentions that Godkid J is "looking for his parents", as he seems to be addressing both LB2'd and me. Which, again, seems odd.
I can only surmise that somewhere an hour west of here, some parents of some kid Godkid J knows is tellin' a story about meeting Godkid J's two moms.
LB2'd and I spoke later in the evening once she was home and we had quite a chuckle over the fact that both of us noticed, and picked up the vibe that that's what these folks seemed to believe about us as they were sayin' it, yet neither of us corrected them. Laughed our asses off, in fact.
I figured, what the fuck do I care if two strangers who live 50ish miles away think I'm battin' for the other team? Answer: Much like I feel about many people, and many things, I don't. I felt like poppin' out with, "ohhhhh, we're straights" was just setting two people somewhat newish to our country up for feelin' assy. Like mistaking a girl for preggers, when she's not. Nobody wins. Nobody. (Except when this has happened to me. I have looked at people and said, "noooo I'm just fat". Ta-dow!! Frankly, grown ups ought to know better and in such a case I have no compunction for making them feel stoopid. I win!) However, I didn't think they deserved to feel stoopid, so I didn't correct them. Plus, aren't we getting a little closer to evolved and enlightened when being thought gay isn't somehow the same as being thought of as being bad a good thing? I guess maybe I felt like them not having to feel like asses was their reward for being accepting folks, even if they were wrong in their apparent assumption. LB2'd and I decided that was our small part of the acceptance for all people fight. We're probably not hittin' this years Pride, but at least we've done this. (pats self on back)
After our shenanigans and medal winnings we grabbed a lil' grub before they all headed back to the vaguely Dayton area in hopes of seeing Godkid L on her way to her first prom (awwwwww...), we were standing around chattin' and Mini Me found her way to the front seat and in charge of the radio when she cranked up the tune they'd been listening to:
LB2'd, Mini Me and moi had wondered to the concession stand. On our way back to the competition area (...I know right about now you're envisioning some grand the Kid and Johnny Lawerence leg sweepin' event, but it was really a somewhat sketchy gym. Nuthin' bad happened, but there were no mats. I think there probably shoulda been mats, right? And a Mr. Miyagi?), one of Godkid J's pals stopped us and said that J was "looking for his parents". Which struck me as kinda odd. But I didn't say anything.
As we proceeded to the no mat/Miyagi free competition zone, we came upon the same kid's father, who also mentions that Godkid J is "looking for his parents", as he seems to be addressing both LB2'd and me. Which, again, seems odd.
I can only surmise that somewhere an hour west of here, some parents of some kid Godkid J knows is tellin' a story about meeting Godkid J's two moms.
LB2'd and I spoke later in the evening once she was home and we had quite a chuckle over the fact that both of us noticed, and picked up the vibe that that's what these folks seemed to believe about us as they were sayin' it, yet neither of us corrected them. Laughed our asses off, in fact.
I figured, what the fuck do I care if two strangers who live 50ish miles away think I'm battin' for the other team? Answer: Much like I feel about many people, and many things, I don't. I felt like poppin' out with, "ohhhhh, we're straights" was just setting two people somewhat newish to our country up for feelin' assy. Like mistaking a girl for preggers, when she's not. Nobody wins. Nobody. (Except when this has happened to me. I have looked at people and said, "noooo I'm just fat". Ta-dow!! Frankly, grown ups ought to know better and in such a case I have no compunction for making them feel stoopid. I win!) However, I didn't think they deserved to feel stoopid, so I didn't correct them. Plus, aren't we getting a little closer to evolved and enlightened when being thought gay isn't somehow the same as being thought of as being bad a good thing? I guess maybe I felt like them not having to feel like asses was their reward for being accepting folks, even if they were wrong in their apparent assumption. LB2'd and I decided that was our small part of the acceptance for all people fight. We're probably not hittin' this years Pride, but at least we've done this. (pats self on back)
After our shenanigans and medal winnings we grabbed a lil' grub before they all headed back to the vaguely Dayton area in hopes of seeing Godkid L on her way to her first prom (awwwwww...), we were standing around chattin' and Mini Me found her way to the front seat and in charge of the radio when she cranked up the tune they'd been listening to:
...Next thing ya know there's a BBG doin' the Brass Monkey dance in the parking lot. Lookin' a fuckin' fool. And so it was; Saturday. I hope in your own, less weird, less foolish lookin' way yours was good too!
(BBG Fact: I fully believe that seeing a cab over engine (COE), or as Izzz calls 'em, 'flat face' trucks, is a good omen. Always. Under any circumstances. I don't know why. I just love 'em.)
