I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
September 1, 2010
I’m doing something sort of exciting next week.
Well, okay. It’s really exciting- so exciting that despite the fact that I knew better, I totally bragged about it to a friend on Twitter in the process of telling her why I was going to be in New York City next week and therefore could not get together for a playdate.
“I’m walking a catwalk and Kelly Ripa is hosting the show,” I wrote to her happily. “SERIOUSLY.”
“Perfect!!!” she wrote back. “You better post photos of your catwalk!”
That’s my friend for you. So nice. So supportive. So you can imagine how I felt when I found out just a few hours later from someone ELSE that this same friend had just appeared in Taylor Swift’s new video. You know, the one that premiered simultaneously on MTV, VH-1 and CMT last week? THAT ONE.
That meant she’d had an incredibly easy opportunity to counter my braggy DM (which, I believe, could appropriately called a ‘BM’ if anyone wants to help coin a new term for braggy DMs) by writing something like, “I can’t make it either- Just got back from appearing in a video with my friend Tay-Tay! EXHAUSTED.”
But she didn’t.
Why?
Because SHE’S A BIGGER PERSON THAN THAT.
And I?
I am a braggart.
Why am I telling you all this? I really don’t know. But after much soul searching about why I felt the need to brag on Twitter (at least I keep it to DMs, though, right?!), I managed to have an ENTIRE conversation with a new mom friend last night in which it came out that one song she wrote just won a MAJOR music award and another one is about to be featured in its entirety on one of the most popular prime time shoes on television.
Listening to her talk about all this, it was hard, so very hard for me not to squeak out,
“WellI’MgoingtobeinaFASHIONSHOWinNEWYORKnextweekandKELLYRIPAishostingit!!”
But somehow, through some miracle of God, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I may have had some painful fingernail indentations in the palms of my hands afterward, but I said nothing! Not a word! As far as my successful songwriting friend knows, I’ll be doing ironing next week. And maybe baking a cake.
No! I don’t need to brag to my friends. But I did need to brag to someone, and it didn’t take me long to think of the perfect person to help me out…
My mother.
I mean, that’s what moms are for, right? In fact, they may be the only people in the entire world who LOVE to hear us brag!
Plus, I knew that Mom would be particularly excited about my news because she loves Regis and Kelly and has watched it since before Kelly was a host.
“Kelly Ripa,” she said admiringly after I’d told her the details. “Oh Lindsay. You know, just a few weeks ago, she said on the show that all of her kids had had lice!”
“Ooh, lice!” I said. “Everyone says it’s the pits!”
“It is,” my mom said. “And do you know what all this means?”
I paused for a moment. I had no idea what she was getting at. “What does it mean?” I asked finally.
“It means,” my mom said, obviously trying her best to be patient with her thickheaded daughter, “that when you meet her you can say something funny like, ‘Don’t get too close, Kelly! I don’t want to get lice!‘”
I was silent for a moment.
“You know,” I said, “I’m not sure that will go over so well.”
And that explains why I’ve now taken to my website. I’ve got some serious excess braggage here and I’ve just got to get rid of it. Forget modesty. Forget acting like I do this sort of thing all the time.
NEW YORK! CATWALK! KELLY RIPA!!!
Whew. I feel so much better now.
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