2.5 seconds of near fame

By some miraculous hand, our little podunk elementary school, the same one that can't even scrape together two pesos for a field trip grander than the local Wal-Mart stockroom (no lie, that was the kindergartener's only outting last year), was somehow able to get the entire student body on morning television.

Every week Fox 10 sends the funny, charming, dreamy weatherman, Cory McCloskey, to different elementary schools around the Phoenix Valley for Whirlybird Wednesdays. During the segment, the chopper Skyfox makes a landing in soccer fields, while Cory and camera runs past everyone, and talks live to a few of the kids all preened and standing in a long line an hour before school starts, while their mamas watch for their kid's face to blur past on TV. He does the live forecast there too, but that seems trivial in all the excitement.

I wasn't home watching with the other mamas though. As soon as I knew Cory McCloskey was going to be at my kid's school I made sure I was preened and standing in the long line with my kids. I even wore my lucky jeans with the bling on the butt, to look extra good for my brush with my crush.
So much for the preening.
I ungrassed myself just in time for the camera to briefly capture us on TV. Very briefly.

I thought that right there would be as close as I would get to Cory McCloskey, but I had told my fifth-grader's teacher that I really wanted a picture with him. Next thing I know, while the kids were getting a close-up view of Skyfox, class by class, I see that very teacher pointing me out to him. Those lucky jeans didn't fail me. I found myself giddy as a school girl, well, I was the only giddy school girl there actually, posing with the local weatherman for pictures. (And I got to hold his mic! It's too much!)



You laugh, but come on. I live in Maricopa. Not a lot of thrills out in these parts.

My Butterfly girl worried when she heard me say that I had a crush on that pretty McCloskey. No worries, my love. I have loved your dad for half my life. The charming weatherman has nothing on that boy that danced the Idaho Two-step with me at every "victory dance" our senior year, the boy that corresponded with me every week for two years, over 100 letters, while he spoke Gospel Dutch across the world, the boy that you and your siblings call out for when you're scared because you know he is more patient and loving than your mom is during the nighttime. Your dad is where my heart is.

And I love him all the more when he pretends to be jealous of Cory McCloskey.

P.S. It's that cute Butterfly's birthday today. I will post about that soon. Oh how I love her.