I’m famous on the Internet
Twice this week I’ve been asked for my autograph. Ok, to be fair once was to sign a credit card slip and the other was because of my You Tube appearance. But now I’m racking up the appearance cresits faster than someone yearning after a SAG card. Before much longer, my head will be too big to get into Snarkville; I’ll declare I’m too big for this little town; and run off to make my way in Snarkwood. Only not.
Well, ok, let’s be all truthful now. Yes, I have another appearance to my credit — I appeared as the first woman guest host on White Roof Radio. (See, I do pioneer new roles for women.) The podcast is highly popular with the MINI Cooper Owners group and both the Prince and I appeared. Prince has been a guest host before and fills in for missing members of the founding three. While this isn’t the main show, this is a special edition outlining the fun events of a MINIUSA sponsored cross country drive called MINI takes the States. Before I go much further, if you REALLY want to listen, it is here and here. I will warn it is long probably full of inside stuff from the MINI world — but if you stick with it, you’ll learn about some really boring roads and some neat places to eat.
So, you may be wondering, how does one get the honor of being the FIRST woman on White Roof Radio? Well, Prince and db were going to do this podcast on Sunday and I planned an entire evening of knitting, quiet, and making sure Duke stayed in bed. Then I hear from downstairs, “Hang on I’ll get her.” These are surefire words to end the planned quiet evening. I walk into the office and was handed a few pieces of paper and told, “You are going to do day 7 and day 8. You’ll be fine.” Alrighty, but WHAT are we talking about. I’d honestly put my head in the sand about this event since I wasn’t going and wouldn’t be a part of it. Prince is going to the kick off this weekend, with his shiny Press Pass (I’m thinking of buying him the “hat” with a press card in it), but frankly, I’d not taken much notice. Now, I was sucked in. I think this is a testiment to my abilities to vamp — or the fact that given a microphone I’m capable of talking about just about anything. In the end, I became the one with the food knowledge of the three of us — and highly recommended places not on my list. Prince was the directions guy, as long as you ignore and early error where he mixes up east and west.
Onto other things in my news.
- To continue things that make me go hmm, I’d like to know why my less than brand noticing child will not touch the store brand vitamins, but once I bought the Flintstones brand he can’t get enough? How is it possible for him to know?
- I made some hotel reservations last night. Now despite the fact that I’m in the travel world, I was shocked to find out that by picking up the phone to talk to the hotel (I was using reward points to stay for free), I save points and got a top notch package for $30. Wow, the power of a person still shocks me. Folks, the internet is great — people however (the nice ones) are better.
- Has anyone ever heard of a cat who doesn’t eat beef? How about one who as hungry as he is turns his nose up at certain foods? Yup, I have somehow trained a picky eating cat. Thus far we are up to no dry food and no canned beef food. I’m serving seafood this evening, lets see if that passes his food rules.
- And finally, because I know you’ve been missing my mother’s club, I leave you with this thought. If you have a storage unit, you may wish to make a rule not to store FOOD — last night a fellow “sane” mother and I threw away some really OLD food and sodas, because until last night, so one knew they were there. And as I did it, I could only think of the woman who thinking she was conserving to put them in their would just throw a fit that we threw away expired food. From this point forward, all leftovers will be given to the local homeless shelter and not stored/forgotten.
August 16th, 2006 at 10:07 am
RE: the picky cat
My 16-year-old male cat has gotten exceedingly fussy about food and correspondingly skinny. Thus, we’ve taken to mixing his once-beloved and now disdained canned food with a spoonful of baby food every time we feed him. It does the trick, but I always feel kind of silly buying the little jars of assorted meat-derived baby foods.