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.
January 15, 2006
>As you’ve watched me blatantly whore for Best of Blogs votes this weekend, perhaps you’ve been a bit surprised, even alarmed, by witnessing this new and unexpected element of my personality.
“Lucinda always seemed like a woman of integrity,” I can hear you saying in my mind. “I would have thought she’d be far too dignified to grub for votes like a common state senator.”
Well folks, there was a time when I tried taking the high road. And it was full of potholes. Potholes and roadkill.
The year was 1989. I was in eighth grade and I had decided to run for freshman student council president.
With my fashionably french-rolled Guess? jeans, freshly permed hair and gaggle of girlfriends, I knew I was a shoo-in for the office. The competitors were quickly narrowed down to me and one other girl. Jody Cornette.
At 13, Jody had long frizzy hair, a lazy smile, and the buxom body of a full-grown woman. She wasn’t pretty. She wasn’t funny. She wasn’t smart. Yet she held a special place in the imaginations of her male classmates, a place the rest of us couldn’t hope to attain.
We girls, of course, hated her. And with so many side-ponytailed friends behind me in my bid for president, I knew I couldn’t fail. Still, I wasn’t taking any chances.
Just to make sure that no one forgot I was the candidate with the most to offer, I spent hours coloring dozens of posters emblazoned with the magnficent slogan, “Get up and go! Vote for the pro!” and a picture of a frightened, running Mickey Mouse beneath as added incentive. After all, The People loved Mickey Mouse.
Jody, on the other hand, put up a few poorly-colored bits of construction paper, imploring her classmates to “Vote for Jody.” My friends and I snickered when we saw them. Was that the best she could do?
Finally, the Day of Speeches arrived.
I stood before my fellow eighth graders and delivered a magnificent speech that I had been working on for weeks. Full of noble sentiments about friendship, academic excellence, good sportsmanship and free pizza, I had made my own self cry when delivering it in front of my bedroom mirror the night before. I received a standing ovation from my classmates. Triumphantly, I took my seat on stage as Jody nervously stood to deliver her rebuttal, scrawled on an index card.
“Um.” she began, before pausing in fright before the sea of faces. I giggled behind my hand.
“If I am frethman prethident (Did I mention Jody had a lisp?), um, I will do my betht to lithen to all your conthernth.”
The boys watched Jody’s heaving chest in rapt amazement.
“I will, um, try to get the dreth code changed tho that girlth can wear thorter thkirths.”
From the front row, my friend Emily rolled her eyes. It was a Christian school, for heaven’s sake. We knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Jody haltingly continued on for a few more moments, then sat back down to scattered applause. I clenched my fists in my lap. Victory was most assuredly mine.
“You’re so gonna win!” My friends assured me afterward. “She was horrible!” “She doesn’t have a chance!”
I remained calm throughout the voting. In my mind, I had already won. I wasn’t even nervous when the principal got on the intercom at the end of the day to announce the winners.
“Ninth grade secretary, Annie Arnold. Ninth grade treasurer, Rahul Rajabarad. Ninth grade vice president, Steven Carlson. Ninth grade president…”
I smiled, preparing myself for the crowd of well-wishers about to surround me.
“By a very close vote, Jody Cornette.”
Beside me, Emily gasped. I sat in mute horror, my victory smile still frozen on my face.
“What the….?!” my friend Kristen said from across the room.
Jeremy Aldred turned around in his seat, a pitying look on his face.
“The boys all voted for Jody,” he said apologetically.
“Why?!” Emily demanded angrily. “Lucinda was way better!”
“Jody has bigger boobs,” Jeremy shrugged. “Sorry,” he said to me, before turning back around.
Yes, folks. You read it right.
My potential career as a budding politican was undone by my boobs. Or lack thereof.
So imagine me now, a Mommy Blogger finalist with my arms protectively crossed over my chest, glancing around to see what the competition has to offer.
Apparently, Big Yellow House has stripper-sized boobs. Dasbecca is probably a D-cup. Personally, I’m not doing so bad, but a 34-C just isn’t gonna cut it in this competition.
So when you see me begging for votes right now, just picture in your minds an angry eighth grader with a really big perm, furiously stuffing Kleenex into her almost-A and swearing revenge.
Oh, and while you’re casting your ballots (and some people have found they can vote again after waiting 24 hours, hint hint!), please don’t forget about my friends… Michele Agnew in Best Overall Blog, Christina’s blog, My Topography, in the Art Blog category, and Raehan (Agog and Aghast) and Minerva (A Woman of Many Parts) in Inspirational Blogs.
I know you’ll do what’s breast. And I thank you for your loyalty.
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>Alright, already! I voted. For you. And your C-cups. Hope you win and it makes up for being beaten by Jody – who’s probably a grocery store clerk now.
>These contests make us all a little crazy (as you darn well know) and I don’t blame you one little bit for getting caught up in it. If I were in your shoes, or bra, I’d be doing the same thing 😉
>If I ever come across another Jody Cornette, or even just a reincarnate (there’s a lot of ’em), I’ll kick her in the boobs just for you.And then I’ll vote.
>HEY!!!! I WENT TO VOTE TODAY LIKE I DO EVERY MORNING AND IT WON’T LET ME VOTE ANY MORE!! WHAT THE ^*%$%$&^)_)*&?????
>::cracks up:: Oh my gosh. Best entry ever. I love your site– sincerely do, and have been reading since you were nominated. If it helps, I’m definitely nowhere near a D. Back in the nursing days, maybe, but now I’m just a full B with some very flattering bras. 🙂 So you’ve gotten the breast of me there. Hee.
>is the girl with the tatas, lisp an short skirt running? Michele sent me 😉
>Have you checked to see if Judy Corntte has a blog? Good luck. Michele sent me.
>That was an absolutely hilarious post!! lmao! As a size 36-B I certainly sympathize with you 🙁 I think they should start using bigger stomachs as a sex symbol, then those of us with kids and flabby tummies to show for it might get ahead in life too :DAnyhow, I voted for you, and I also want to say you have a kickass template 🙂 Michele sent me today!
>Thanks for visiting Lam(b) today. And of course I am going to go vote for you RIGHT now.
>That’s a pretty good argument for padded bras (at least in the 8th grade)….LOL. I never ran for office – I just made all the campaign posters for the ones who did. Naturally, the best posters were for my candidate! Michele sent me today and I already voted!
>aaaaaaaahhhh thanks for stopping…So nice of you to say..m
>Ha! I had a 7th grade flashback in my post today. But, I was never cool enough to even consider running for any position of authority in school. I checked out Big Yellow House and I saw nothing of any torturing of Professor Owls, hiding italian food lovers, or Hoo Ha’s. I don’t see what the Big Yellow Deal is. 😉 I’m off to vote again!!
>Man, I had double-Ds in junior high and no one voted me for anything. Wish I’d gone to your school *grin* I woulda given Jody a run for her money…
>Hey! Here via Michelle. Best of luck on the BOBS…that story is too cute!
>Ok – I voted.. I hope it helps! You certainly don’t need big whohas to get my vote!! LadyBug
>Here via Michele’s….Good Luck on the award!!! That story was really cute!! It’s always the boobs, isn’t it? lol
>Hey…I voted for ya! Whatever happened to Jody?
>Guys are boobs. That’s why we, um, I mean they can’t help but vote for them.Here today from Michele’s.
>Back again, via Michele. Isn’t it FAST over there today?
>Hi Lucinda – just had to pop over and say hello to my new visitor! Thank you for leaving such a nice comment.Good luck in the Awards! :-)cq
>a finalist! how cool are you? so cool. congrats :)here via michele 🙂
>I am sorry to hear about your nightmares of boob-past, but I am sure you will rise to the occassion this time! 🙂
>Very funny posting… I just read an article about a vampire running for governor of Minnosota… I thought of you when I read it… http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060113/od_nm/vampire_dc Anyways, I just wanted to say good luck in the elections and that I have been hired to the the dirty work of Michele to tell you “Hello!”
>Here from Michele’s! Great blog. Good luck in the competition!
>ROTFL NO I wasn’t talking about you at all. Although you put a picture of Paris on your blog and just lost points for that !Here from Micheles but sometimes I just come even without her telling me to. Good luck
>I had to come post again and say. I just read your 100 things ( I never even noticed it before today) and I think I love you.Uh did that sound too Brokeback Mountain ?Wait you knew what I meant right ?
>I know my nursing rack could kick the trash of any of the other finalists…. I try not to eh-hem mention it too often. However, you passed me up like a dead piece of cheese on the side of the road some time yesterday.So, I don’t think breasts are gonna do it this year. I may have to actually post a picture of me with that mullet….Yeah, then I’ll be a thoe-in to win. I mean SHOE-IN.But you have to be honest, the lisp did freak you out a bit, huh, huh?
>Ahh contests brings out the “breasts” in all of us doesn’t it?Congrats on your nomination!
>First the hoo-ha, now the boobies. You are really pulling out all the stops. I know that these posts are just campaign speeches and after you win it’s right back to car pool stories and that’s the last we hear about your lady parts. And talking about sweater kittens, seein’s believin’. If you really want to win, let the puppies breathe. Just sayin’.
>Okay, this explains so much. Me and my training bra will never even be nominated for anything. Ever. *sigh*Off to vote again.
>I totally heart you, Lucinda. I’d vote for you a zillion times if I could. (They’re not letting me, btw)
>Hello Lucinda,Here via Michele’s tonight, although I already read your blog. You crack me up, and yes, I’ve already voted for you in the BOBs…
>Hi from Michele’s! Page woudln’t load all the way! Stupid half witted dsl! I’ll be back to take a look around later! I do like the black!
>Finally got on here with everything showing,through the comment on my blog! (Thank You Very Much)…I really like your blog a lot and loveyour approach to this Awards stuff!Michele did send me, but that was a while ago!!! (lol) Better late than never I say!
>You lost to her! What a boob job! I enjoyed reading about the hoo-haa, but now I’m equally enjoying reading about the boobies. hehe. Congratulations in advance for this sure fire win this time around 🙂
>You and your C cups are so taking home to gold this time!
>Oh, they’re all funny…but they’re no LUCINDA! I was hooked as soon as I saw your banner. CLASSIC.
>i hope you’re wearing your best push up bra for your campaign, it should give you a little leverage;)
>OK OK! I voted again! I’ll have to keep it up or you’ll come beat me over the head with a crimper!