Dedication to the cause

If you have met me in real life, gotten past the stage where I am all deceptively shy, and then stuck around when you realized that I was batshit crazy (my new phrase I cannot stop saying but would love to replace), then you know about my quest to be the favorite. Favorite what, you might ask? Well, favorite anything at all would be my answer. I will brown nose my little puffy pink heart out to earn a little shiny star for my book. It all started with my cousin, Erin. She is ten years younger than me and her mother always called me her first child. So being the sensitive creature that I am, I rub it in every chance I get. And I convince her that I am our grandma's favorite too... that part doesn't take much. I named my daughter after my great-grandma and her middle name just happens to be Elizabeth (my grandma's favorite aunt). I didn't do it to score the points, but oh buddy it did anyway. So now, I generally like to be the favorite and have it declared aloud in public whenever and by whomever possible. It's great fun.

My grandma's birthday is next Wednesday. She will be 80. (She doesn't read this so I feel alright sharing that tidbit). Anyway, as I was driving home this evening I was given the truest, most decent gift in the quest for favorite one could ever receive. My grandma's favorite singer will be performing on October 1st in Ashland. If she is in town (she hasn't decided whether to take her annual trip to the beach this year), then I will accompany her to the 40th anniversary tour of Engelbert Humperdinck. That's right. There is no possible way I can be beaten now. Not only am I willing to get her there, I am willing to participate in the viewing of and alleged enjoyment of this performance. Did I mention this is THE Engelbert Humperdinck. I can't make this stuff up.