I believe I was always meant for the talk show circuit.
In fact, just yesterday I was offering to be a guest on a fellow blogger’s imaginary talk show. I demanded an entourage, cold M&M’s, hot M&M’s, filtered water and 7 napkins.
I would also demand to be filmed only from the right, and I would bring my own lighting people. Other people’s lighting, not to be trusted.
And as the universe reorders itself to my liking, today I am being featured on a blog! (It is possible that this has less to do with the re-ordering of the universe and more with me connecting with said blogger on BlogFrog. But I like my version of events better, and so this is henceforth how they will be described.)
Julia writes “Work, Wife, Mom…Life!” And did she grill me for this interview. She was relentless. Geraldo’s got nothing on this woman. I was quaking and dysfunctional by the time she was done, and I confessed all sorts of things that I swore I would keep private. That time in Bali with the local merchant… the gun running in Ecuador… my part in the fall of communism. (And that was never proven. I had an airtight alibi until Julia got to me.) There was the bright lights, the sleep deprivation, the playing of Menudo at unbearable volumes. (Ok, who out there even remembers Menudo but me?) It’s not my fault that I cracked…
Julia, in reality, writes a lovely blog about the challenges of life with tiny ones while trying to earn that blessed paycheck. And she asked me some (calm, mellow, completely hysteria-free) questions about what it’s like for me as a working mom. Which I answered with uncharacteristic calm, mellow hysteria-free ness.
It was lots of fun, and far as I can tell, no geopolitical economic systems fell during the completion of this interview. *grin*