Ants and Hope

Just what makes that little old ant

Think he can move that rubber tree plant?

Anyone knows an ant…

Can’t-

Move a rubber tree plant.

(Sing it with me now)

But-

He’s got…

…well, you know. (It's "HIGH HOPES"....in case you don't.)

Of course, I had to google rubber tree plant…as I’d no clue. Google took this opportunity to suggest I check out Frank Sinatra while I’m surfing… “since you’ve obviously got nothing better to do if you’re googling rubber tree plant at 10:45 on a Wednesday evening.”

I must interject here that Google has gotten very cocky of late…seems to have a opinion on just about everything…and why would I need them when I’ve got the Mercedes of all internal-voices in my forever-fabulous, forever-adorable Sir Clinton Kelly?

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(Stage whispers) “CLINTON! That’s your cue! Get OUT HERE…we’ve got dead space in blogville! HURRY UP!”

Clinton: “Oops…sorry. I was on the phone…I have a life, you know. I’m extremely busy; between my show and my book and my tour…you’re lucky I even answer you most of the time. So…what’s cookin?”

Kathryn: “Well, now you’ve gone and made me feel bad. What could I possibly say now that won’t sound stupid, insignificant and petty? I wonder if Clooney will still take my calls…”

C: (Winces) “Okay, got it….you have my undivided attention. I’m sure that whatever the subject matter, it will be clever, significant and extremely important. Lay it on me.”

K: “Well, we were just having a rousing discussion on the palpable meaning of the song “High Hopes”, which was originally sung by Frank Sinatra in 1959 in a movie entitled ‘A Hole in the Head’.”

C: “Really?”

K: “Yes…really. You’ve heard the song, right? Do you need me to sing it again?”

C: “That won’t be necessary. And how did this particular subject arise?”

K: “I don’t know…it just popped into my head and now I can’t stop singing it….I think it has something to do with my wish for all of humanity to view the upcoming holidays with optimism, hopefulness and a determination for a brighter future.”

C: (Chuckles) “Wow…that’s very…deep. Or, maybe you just need to turn on your iPod and find another song to get it out of your head.”

K: “Huh. Interesting conclusion from a man whose very public image is based on the deliverance of the uplifting message of building one’s self-confidence…not unlike my teeny friend, the ant here…”

C: “I don’t think many people would appreciate your comparison of their body image with that of an insect, kiddo.”

K: “But…he pushes over the rubber tree plant! Hence, the ‘whoops’ part…It’s an inspirational message of the undeniable power of tenacity and naïveté….so appropriate…so...very trendy.”

C: (Laughs) “I think you mean opportune? Or maybe auspicious?”

K: “Hmmm…maybe, oh knower-of-the-really-big-words. Is there anything you don’t know?”

C: “I don’t know why I’m still standing here…I think you’ve made your point. C’mon…I’ll buy you a drink. The timing is impeccable.”

K: “Now THAT I can understand.”