I have my video interview for Alpha Mom today at 9:50am (California Time). I feel really weird about it because the interview list is damn intimidating. It’s like a “Who’s Who” of bloggers and I know several of you like to feed my ego by telling me I belong there – but have y’all read my blog? I’m kinda mundane. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love talking about boob sweat – that’s my life – but I’m not really inspirational, or wicked funny, or even really able to use big words correctly. I feel kinda like the token dork to meet some sort of Blah Quota that Alpha Mom must be contractually obligated to fill.
So, I’ll let you know when and where that pops up for your viewing pleasure. Hell, I’m looking forward to the chance to have someone do my damn makeup for me. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures afterwards. I hope I don’t send the make-up guy running in fear from my eyebrows. Maybe he’ll see me as a challenge to embrace and not a lost cause.
So far, so good. Kinda.
Well – I’ve already met three bloggers face-to-face. First? I was talking to two women at the Atlanta airport yesterday as we waited for our VERY DELAYED flight. As we were talking, we eventually figured out we were all going to Blogher and it got very surreal and OHMIGOD THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING there for a minute. Those two women? The lovely Mom, Ma’am, Me and Table for Five.
Then, after we finally made it to the hotel (flying with an infant? STUPID AS HELL. I will not dwell on how stressful it was or I may never fly home) and got settled in (read: put on jammies and take off bra) Brit came over and brought me diet coke and then I kissed her and gave her my children as gifts. Okay, maybe not, but the joy at having those diet cokes almost made me do it.
I’m still sick to my stomach with faulty nerves and NikkiZ did NOT sleep well last night and I’m kinda feeling a little bat-shit KRAZEE right now and OHMIGOD I’M FINALLY HERE.
I’m going to go throw up now. Thanks.
I’m being interviewed (on camera!) at BlogHer by Leah Peah for Alpha Mom and I’m so proud of myself for not freaking out about this before. I’m trying to be all cool and “no big deal…it’s only 15 minutes…” about it on the outside, but on the inside? I’m all “ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod” about it. And I don’t really fake coolness well.
Leah sent an email out to all of us being interviewed and it mentioned appropriate colors/clothing that will look good on camera. Pointers: Solids not Patterns. No Black, White, or Red. Jewel tones are good.
Here’s the problem: I have a limited selection of tops since my boobs are a bit bigger now than in my normal life. (Woo!) I haven’t wanted to buy too many new tops since they’ll disappear (the boobs, not the tops) after I’m done nursing, so my selection is minimal. And all of my tops? Are either patterned, black, white, red or workout clothes. So – I set out to buy a nice top on my lunch break. What did I learn? I have no clue what a jewel tone is. I mean, I know some colors that ARE jewel tones: burganday, teal, okay – that’s it. But I’m certain there are others – what are they? Why am I such an idiot?
I ended up getting a solid navy blue top. Is that a jewel tone? If not? Tell me it is so I’ll feel better.
As if buying a new top for an interview I’ll be doing (on camera!) isn’t freaky enough, I also ran into another blogger while I was at Target. Poor Michelle had to listen to me ramble about the mystery of jewel tones for a good 15 minutes. And then? When I was going to my car? Brit called me. I’ve given my cell phone number out to so many people in the last few days (and have I programmed any of theirs in? No, of course not) that I answered it even though I didn’t recognize the area code. It was so weird talking to her – I guess I’d better get used to that. At least she didn’t have to hear my panicked jewel tone confusion. Instead, she got to hear how much of a moron I am as I said, “Um…I just realized, should I take NikkiZ’s car seat?” because if there’s anything I am – it’s prepared.