home school drama and the NFL

Dashing off a newsy post here — kinda disjointed. Bear with me!

So you know how, whatever sport you follow, you have your certain favorites, those players who have your diehard support, no matter what may come? There’s just something about them. Maybe it’s that singular way they play. Maybe it’s the way they comport themselves off the field. Or the way they graciously handle winning and losing. Maybe they love their mommas. Or do charity work. Or maybe they look especially saucy in their uniforms. Maybe it’s a combination, but it’s something. They are apart in your mind from other players.

I have several of those in the NFL, in baseball, and in tennis.

And it just so happens that …. in 2 weeks I will be teaching a home school drama class IN THE HOME of one of my NFL favorites. He’s fairly recently retired actually, but he was always one of those players for me.

LAWDY!!! I mean, LAAWWWDDY!!!

I mean, just how many opportunities does this life present to discover that you really ARE one of those people that you secretly fear you could be, given the right circumstances? You know, the ones who fawn and blush and stutter and trip over the famous, making themselves memorable in the most appalling way? I mean, that just might be me and I simply cannot go on living if that is me.

So how did this happen, you ask? Well, Mr. NFL’s wife — the nicest but biggest flake in the world — sent her kid to my drama camp last summer. In September, when the school year started, she called to ask me if I’d teach a home school drama session — for a rather obscene amount of money, frankly. Sure thing, nice ‘n’ flaky NFL wife! I’m there!!

Then I didn’t hear from her and I didn’t hear from her. Months went by. I worked a bit on it, dropped it. Then I DID hear from her, only to learn that it had been postponed. Maybe in April, she says. Okay, I say, just let me know by the beginning of March.

Then I didn’t hear from her and I didn’t hear from her. Again. Then I emailed her. Nothing. I put aside ANY planning I’d even done on the damn thing and kicked myself for not asking for a sizeable deposit up front. I’m one savvy laaady, my friends.

Then out of the blue, about 10 days ago, a phone call. Tracey, she says, we’re so excited to have you start on April 26th!

Um, HUH?? WHA??

(And by the way, you are not “so excited,” you are “so escited.” I thought we made that abundantly clear already.)

So back to my WHA?? I was in no way ready to start on April 26th. I didn’t even know it was still “on,” much less that it was starting on April 26th. I’m not even available April 26th! AND, oh, have I mentioned that I’m thoroughly UNPREPARED?

So I hear her message, which she whispers, actually, and I’m kinda annoyed, both by its content and by the fact I virtually have to lay my head down on my machine just for the privilege of being exasperated. I call her back, fully intent on — oh, showing her! — and telling her what an impossible, rich, NFL flake she is, but instead, end up talking in a sweety-sweet voice that cannot possibly be mine if I’m to remain unkilled by myself AND promising her I can start May 3rd! Ooooh, yeah, Tracey, ya showed her! Ya showed her real good! Nice job being shamelessly seduced by the glow of NFL bling and fame, you drama whore, and by her fluttery whispery voice that made you feel that you and only YOU could teach these poor deprived kids the drama they so desperately need.

And see how I’m diligently preparing right at this moment? Ranting about it, as I am? I guess this seems wise and good to me, you know, because of my overall savviness. Frankly, I’m overcome with slackassery about the whole thing because I’m just waiting for Flaky NFL wife to call up and say, Oh, Tracey, we’ve decided to take Fancy and Cubby and go to the south of France instead. Ta!!

So look, Tracey, old girl, you’d really better getcher pants on about this. Really. You think you perform better under pressure. And …. uh, that’s usually true, but did you even HEAR how you crumbled in the face of fluttery NFL bling and fame?? You were a total pie-face.

The reality is, Tracey, that barring yet another change of plans, in about 2 weeks you’ll be driving your humble, little black car into the lush, ridiculous environs of Rancho Santa Fe, winding around those hills, trying to find their tony, ridiculous mansion.

Which makes me wonder: How do you find a rich person’s mansion? Are the addresses on the front of the mansions? Are they on the street curbs?? I’m sure I won’t even be able to SEE the front of the mansion, so putting the address there is pointless, right?

So, really, where are the addresses??

Sweet Moses. Now I’m freaking out. Where ARE the addresses on rich people’s mansions?? Do you need them or is there some other method of finding them? Will they just have their personal Jeeves on the cul-de-sac waving me in? Look for the tall and angular Jeeves, dahling, with the salt-and-pepper hair, waggling his hanky at you, not that tubby and sweaty Jeeves down the street with the perpetual grimace on his face.

LAWDY!!

I don’t wanna keep a lookout for Jeeveses!!

Seriously, I can’t do it if I can’t find the address and if I can’t find the address that means I’m desperately stupid and if I’m desperately stupid then I certainly can’t find the address OR keep a lookout for Jeeveses and do you see how this all goes ’round in a pathetic little circle?

All right, Tracey. Calm down. Just go there and do your best Maria-von-Trapp-does-drama routine. You’ve sure got the clothes for it. And your car ain’t much better than a bike, that’s for damn sure.

Maybe make up a little ditty for the kiddos, like this:

Let’s stahht at the very beginning
A very good place to stahht
When you read, you begin with A-B-C
When you act, you begin with me-me-me!

Chirren, repeating, pointing to themselves like good little robots:

ME-ME-ME

Tracey von Trapp:

The first 3 things just happen to be — me-me-me!

Chirren, pointing again:

ME-ME-ME!

Tracey von Trapp:

ME-ME-ME-ME-ME-ME-MEEE!!!!

Okay. That’s it.

Perfect!

And I thought I wasn’t prepared.

17 Replies to “home school drama and the NFL”

  1. Darling girl – thank you!

    Just off to spend the day at UIL Regional One Act Play in Waco with our own little batch of me-me-me’s so this has so put me in the mood.

    ( No, actually, they are lovely young people and I love them and am knocked out by their talent.)

    As I am not gainfully employed, I’m the mom driving the food down to them, but they can by golly serve themselves b/c I am NOT missing “The Crucible”.

    Details Saturday…

    Go, ‘Stangs!

  2. “Drama whore”… Oh… Wow… This is the week of 24-karat Tracey *GOLD*! (No, not the one with the eating disorder.)

    It started with The Doll (complete with little asides on the minutia of life at Casa de la WorshipNaked) and now… *huh* Well, now I’m afraid I’m just all up into your whole life, girl.

    You MUST keep everyone apprised of this situation. This is TiVo worthy.

  3. Jeeveses!!! JEEVESES! HA HA HA HA!!!

    Oh, and your Sound of Music reference was hilarious.

    Just remember Tracey, they put their pants on just like the rest of us. Well, maybe Flake doesn’t. Maybe she still needs help. But the rest of them do.

  4. Meh, people are people, they just happen to be very wealthy people. I’ve met several sports figures and TV stars and, while neat, they’re people.

    However, when I met Donald Rumsfeld and Paul Wolfowitz, my knees were a little shaky.

    You’ll do fine though. Remember that we’re all praying for you.

  5. I love love love the drama camp posts. More, more, more. I look forward to hearing all the stories.

    And you’re fine with your hero worship, Tracey – sure, “people are people” but it’s exciting when you meet someone you really admire. It’s cool!!

  6. Perhaps, Tracey, to break the ice with NFL dude and his nice flaky wife you should show up for the first home-schooling class wearing the dress you designed for the prayer doll? Complete with crown and red toe shoes?

    Just a thought. 🙂

  7. Sal — Lemme know how it goes!

    WG — Yes, drama whore; it’s true.

    ASM — Don’t their Jeeveses help them put their pants on? What’s the point of being rich if you can’t make Jeeves put your pants on??

    Cullen — Thank you. I need the prayers, uh, obviously.

    red — hahaha! Wish I could get roo to make the petal skirt a reality. I think I kinda fell in love with my own creation. It’s hilarious to me that that’s what came out of a 104-degree fever when I was supposed to be resting, but couldn’t! The sheer MANIA of it all!! I was a little possessed — all by a paper doll with toe shoes! INSANE, I tell you!!

    Kathi — Thank you! I lived in Seattle for a number of years doing theatre — I love Oregon, so beautiful. If you fly me up there, I’ll do it — hahahaha!! 😉

  8. Oh and Tracey I HAD to tell you this: a really good friend of mine is a jewelry-maker and she just opened her own shop. She commissions local artists to make stuff for her … it’s a very very cool thing. I just got an email from her (sent out to all of her friends) saying that what she REALLY wants for her shop is an art-o-mat machine – !!! She was looking for donations in order to get one.

    I felt so IN THE KNOW about these things because of you!

  9. red — Oh, those things are SO cool!! My Beloved wants one desperately. He was just looking at their website the other night, intermittently sighing as he did so!

    And does your friend have a website? I’d love to check out her stuff!

    And lemme know if she gets an art-o-mat. Wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to be jealous.

  10. Thanks, Tracey!
    They won! or rather, they and one other school advanced to State. They also won Best Actor, Best Actress and two Honorable Mention All-star cast picks. So proud of them and their hard work.

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