I’ve developed this really random habit lately. I’m not even sure where it came from, but it happens everywhere.
In the middle of aisle seven at Wal-Mart.
Mid-conversation at the baseball field.
During phone discussions and cheerleader practice and at the park and in the dining room and at Cracker Barrel.
Anywhere and everywhere.
Are you wondering what a BAM is?
It’s kind of like mike drop’s long lost cousin.
When I get really excited or I’m telling a story with a really good ending or telling something funny that makes me laugh, I get this random twist of my face and nod of my head and I lift my hand high in the air and close my fist and open it wide with my fingers kind of wiggling and I say BAM.
And it feels wonderful.
Kind of like an exclamation point.
At first I just bammed every now and then.
It was just for special occasions.
But there were so many exclamation point moments in stories and it just emphasized the point so perfectly that bamming started working its way into every conversation.
And all of a sudden I was owning the BAM.
Making it my own.
My own personal visual signature.
Sometimes people would roll their eyes.
Sometimes they would laugh.
Sometimes they even started bamming back.
So when I found this bedding at IKEA in the bins at the end of the aisle when they have special sales with super inexpensive prices like $12.99 and the set included all the shams and the cutest buttons you have ever seen and it called my name and explained that it was perfect for a farmhouse bedroom and it told me to take it home….
….it was a BAM opportunity.
Standing there alone simply staring at the bedding, all of a sudden my head bobbed and I raised my hand and looked at the bedding and let a BAM rip across the aisles of IKEA.
And then because one BAM isn’t good enough.
I bammed again.
And in my excitement I added one more BAM at the top of my lungs for good measure.
And mid-BAM, I looked around and realized I was inadvertently entertaining all the occupants of the textile department of IKEA.
I ducked my head and smiled sheepishly at the people around me and told my $12.99 bedding to hold its head high as we left the building.
And I as I walked away, I knew.
I knew that I knew that I knew my BAM and I had made it…..
….into dinner conversations all across Texas. 🙂