The most wonderful thing has happened and completely gone with out notice until a recent football related conversation came up at the dinner table the other evening.
Matt, my little brother, has just been dubbed his team's Quarterback. (I know what you are thinking... MOLLY'S brother, an athlete?... It's no secret that I've never really fit in with this family) Matt is only 12, so it's not like high school football or anything. Still, if you talk to any one of the boys on the team you will realize very quickly that this is serious business, and just after this comes the NBA. Funny joke. I'm just kidding around. I know it's the MLB. Another joke.
I wish I was the kind of person confident enough to not say just kidding after every obvious joke.... but so often nobody gets my humor... and while I know, deep down, that is because my humor is not funny, I like to tell myself that it is because all of the people around me are really really dumb and have really small minds.
So! Wo, I've gone waaay off track here. So Matt says something about how he was so glad he wasn't over the weight limit because if he was, he wouldn't be allowed to play QB. (Matt is a giant. Not a fatty, but a GIANT! Our dad is 6'8" and Matt is predicted to be taller then him---possibly 7'0". Poor awkward boy.) When he mentioned that, I asked how much he weighed. He told me he weighed 120 lbs. I laughed and said, "nu uh. You are confused." Then HE said, "yeah huh. Coach weighed us on a really nice accurate scale."
Of course, as I am sure you all would do in my position, I burst into tears as the overwhelming feeling of "accomplishment" overcame my soul. Mum always says I just need to experience "accomplishment" in my life in order to realize my self worth. Well Mum, I completely understand what you mean now. I have never felt more proud or accomplished in my entire life.
I, Molly BELLE Freestone, age 21, at just shy of 5'9", weigh less than my 12 year old brother!
Knowing, and with full intent, that this was something I must blog about, I took Matt to the bathroom for a photo op. Matt weighed 125 on my scale. So I am not sure if that means I really weigh more or less than I have thought, but either way, I weigh less than my brother.
And it is fantastic.
And don't worry. I recently bought, and hid in the back of my freezer, a tub of birthday cake ice cream and ate "the entire confection" by myself. And today I bought another package of lighthouse pink cookies... because they are just too cute to resist, right?
Oh, and yes... My toenails are painted silver-- and Mum STILL has not said anything. So frustrating. I thought for sure she would speak up today because tomorrow is Sunday. I'm teaching her a lesson, kindly and respectfully, that she should have allowed me to wear all the wild tacky colors of nail polish I wanted to as a little girl, because now she has a cookoo "adult" on her hands who is wearing tacky silver metallic nail polish to church tomorrow morning.
2 comments:
i think josh might weigh more than me too!! we'll have to check....
and this is really annie.
but i feel lazy....
I noticed the polish but exercised restraint and didn't comment, but since you asked, yes, it's tacky!
When I was talking about accomplishments I meant something with a bit more substance, say...like an education!
I love you and I "get" the thrill of being 9 years older than your brother and weighing less than him! Now, feel free to gain a few pounds. You look like an Ethiopian.
Have a nice Sabbath you tacky light weight! Mum
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