I have had an encounter or two with a "Famous" person and I can tell you my reaction was usually not dignified. Oh sure, I like to think I could be dignified as I was when meeting Jerry Jones (a story for another day) or my encounter with the british paparazzi. But life in Brandi-land dignity is a lost art.
The time my mother (just FYI my mother is with me in almost all of my stories) and I had the opportunity to meet then Senator Bob Dole. The 1996 presidential elections were over, and we all know how that story ended…..anyway….Mummy and I did help with that campaign and Senator Dole was taking his "thank you anyway" tour. After lunch there was an opportunity to meet the Senator.
So Mummy and I edged up in line…….the plan was who ever edged up to the Senator first took the pictures and then we would switch places. Under the watchful gaze of secret service we edged. Having gotten to the Senator first, I stood beside him like I knew what I was doing (yeah right) . Where was the dignity??? Not with me? Where was Mummy? straight ahead…… after the pleasantries of "yup I voted for you"……I then….oh this is just awful……I….I squeezed Senator Dole's arm…..ya know the left one that has not worked since World War II….and said, "There's my mom" pointing at her as if he would recognize her.
Let's just say those pictures did not come out so well, and have mysteriously gone missing. Senator Dole looked……surprised and maybe slightly alarmed, while I looked like I truly lived in Kansas…….
Brian Kilmeade one of the anchors from the FOX news network show Fox and Friends. Mr. Kilmeade is mostly a sports guy and funny. For a time he was teased for having a "murse" (spell correct keeps wanting to fix the spelling of "murse" very frustrating…..how many times do I need to spell this word and not have it corrected….) Anyway a man purse.
While in New York City one bright and early morning Mummy and I waited outside to meet those FOX and Friends co-anchors. Brian Kilmeade came outside and I showing how mature I was, by doing the flappy hands thing as though fanning him while bouncing on my toes and asking Mr. Kilmeade "where was his man bag??" Really???? Blushing as I write…
For those of you who don't know me…..I watch the British Royal family….it's the history folks…….really…. All the rules on how and what not to doing with royalty….. I know all the etiquette!
I am confident…..not really….hopeful, that I could meet Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth I could do so without doing the flappy hands.
So it is when I meet with my Savior, the King of Kings in prayer….I kinda do the spiritual flappy hands. I can get excited. Me!!! before the King of Kings and He knows my name, who I am, and how ridiculous I can be……. My words get rushed and that's ok because it is just The King and I!!!!!
When praying in a large group setting and I try to sound grand, mature and dignified it fails. While trying to sound mature and at the same time knowing He knows this is etiquette for men and not for Him……. (two very different thought processes for this blonde girl) I need to stop and remember I pray to no one but the King……. It is just the King and I!!!
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