talking to the reporter at C B S about being on “The E@rly Sh0w”, the reporter offered up the idea that I could be part of the segment.
“Uh, I don’t think so,” Fred said. “She was pretty adamant about not wanting to be on TV again.”
“Well, can I try to sweet-talk her?” the reporter asked. “Maybe I can convince her!”
After Fred wiped away the tears of laughter caused by the thought of someone being able to “sweet-talk” me into doing something I really don’t want to do, he said “Okay, I’ll ask her if it’s okay for you to call her.”
“Um, no,” I told Fred when he asked. “And not only no, but HELL no, and I’ll be out of the house whenever they come to interview you and tape you exercising and all that goofy-ass shit.”
When Fred reported my “HELL no”, the reporter was amazed that there’s someone in existence who’s completely uninterested in being on a national TV show. Well, that would be me – I couldn’t be less interested. Life’s too short to spend time doing things that stress me out for days beforehand not to mention the actual filming. The Bullshit! taping was an interesting experience, but once it was done, I knew for sure that any life where I was required to be filmed on a regular basis is no life for me.
I’m perfectly happy being the invisible woman behind the man (and as Nance said, kicking his ass all the way. Heh.).
(And by the way, there are two – MAYBE three – people who can change my mind and convince me to do something I’m dead-set against doing. None of them are C B S reporters, and none of them are you. Just in case you thought you could convince me otherwise. 🙂
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The kid who asked the spud out, Kelt0n, called her tonight while Fred and I were out returning movies and checking out the Christmas lights in the neighborhood with the huge-ass houses about two miles away. When we got home, she walked up to me, phone pressed to her ear, and mouthed “It’s KELT0N!”
When she got off the phone, she told me that they’d decided The Big Date would take place the Friday after school restarted and that it would be a movie.
Later, Fred said “She’s sure not all moony-eyed and goony about liking someone the way I was when I was her age.”
She’s not moony-eyed and goony, but she’s definitely excited. When she got off the phone she was about bouncing off the walls.
All together, now:
Awwwww!
Fred said “I expect to meet this boy before your date.”
“Are you going to do like the guys in
Bad Boys 2?” the Spud asked. We watched that movie yesterday afternoon, and there’s a scene where Martin Lawrence and Will Smith answer the door and give the boy who’s coming to pick up Martin Lawrence’s daughter for her first date, and hilarity ensues as they try to scare the bejesus out of the kid.
(It was actually pretty funny, that scene. The movie itself could have been cut by about 45 minutes and been a whole lot better, I think.)
“No, but I need to clean and polish my gun,” Fred said, and gave her the stinkeye.
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In my comments yesterday, Louise asked
What are you wishing for this Christmas? Aside from the obvious – world peace, becoming queen of the universe, a painful accident that takes away
Jonny Fairplay‘s ability to talk or communicate with the world in any way – there’s just really nothing that comes to mind. I mean, yes – of COURSE I want my little yellow Beetle, but that’s not really a Christmas gift, and I know that eventually I’ll get my little yellow Beetle. I want a
KitchenAid Mixer, but that’s something I’ll save up for to get. Ditto with the
Dyson vacuum and a new camera (though I don’t know what kind, yet). I know that I’m getting stuff off of my wish list from Fred and his father, and I’m perfectly happy with that.
The problem is that at this point in my life, if there’s something I really want and it doesn’t cost too much, I buy it (and yes, I’m very lucky that I can). I do like to be surprised, and I’ve been informed that Fred will surprising me when we open our presents on Christmas Eve, so I’m definitely looking forward to that.
Of course, if someone wants to buy me the
town of Tortilla Flat, Arizona, I wouldn’t complain.
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The Bean, in attack mode.
The Bean, in cute mode.
This looks like trouble in the making…
I sure do love this cat.
Spot loves it when we turn the fire on.
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