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i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish, eh?

i work crossword puzzles in ink.

i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie izzard. can't decide, really.

i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really good aunt.

i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.

i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.

i never play dumb. never.

i am way too hard on myself.

i am a change agent.

i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.

i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.

i am militantly pro-choice.

i am pro-adoption.

i know a little bit about alot of things.

i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.

i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it. hard.

i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.

i have been known to hold a grudge.

i have hips.

i am not my sister.

i am lousy at forgiving myself.

i am an indoor kind of gal.

i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.

i am 32 flavors. and then some.

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a post post
so, you might be wondering what happened with that whole washington post thing.

i'm not going to lie to you: when i saw the comment on my blog saying, "you want to write something for the post? oh, okay. just email me." i was, um...skeptical. i mean, i have more than one friend who has been known to pull someone's leg. yank their chain. put them on.

you know what i mean.

i wasn't entirely sure i wasn't being had.

i mean, come on...how often does it really happen like that? you write a post saying, "hey, i'd like to do this..." and then, boom -- there it is. it's like a magical genie or something. but not like christina aguilera genie in a bottle. more like that genie from the mercedes commercials. remember him?

i digress.

at any rate, i got tied up at the office on monday and didn't get home until late. i opened the door to my dark empty apartment, and, as i walked in, what did i see?


in the dark...

a flashing red light.

a message!

and, sure enough, the too-good-to-be-true jen-from-the-post is a real person! who called me! to talk about me possibly writing something! for the post!

i'm not too proud to admit to you, my dear readers, that i did a dance of joy right there in my living room. i danced like all the kids from the peanuts cartoons. i especially danced like snoopy. heck, i even struck a pose ala mary katharine gallagher...although i did refrain from actually shouting "supahstah!"

so, we talked yesterday, and i wish you could see my notes from the phone call. sure, all the important stuff is there -- all the helpful information jen gave me. but there are also doodles, and happy faces, and "AWESOME," and "the WASHINGTON POST!!" scrawled all over the page.

then, at the end of our conversation, jen says to me, "so...does this sound like something you'd be interested in?"

i wanted to tell her that, at about fifteen different points during the conversation, it was all i could do to keep from actually screaming "woo-hoo!" into the phone. but, instead, i opted for the slightly more dignified, "definitely."

but, then i lost all street cred by adding, "can i just say how totally excited i am?!"

so, we wrap up with her telling me to take my time, think about some ideas, and then get back to her and pitch my story ideas. right there? that emphasis was added by me. because, who can freakin' believe THAT? pitch. my. story. ideas. to. jen. from. the. washington post.

shut. up.

i told her that, while i'm incredibly excited, i'm also a total newbie, and i might ask her a lot of questions.

and, do you know what she told me? she said, "no problem. i read your writing. you're good. i know you can do this."

when she said that, i think i might have actually peed my pants. but just a little bit.

then, after i hung up, i did, in fact, scream "woo-hoo!" and then i put stayin' alive on repeat play, turned up the volume, opened up the sunroof and drove around with a big smile on my face for a good twenty minutes.

the truth is, i may never see my name in the post. but, the other equally important truth is: sometimes, it really is an honor just to be nominated.

so, that's pretty much the update. in case you were wondering.

ps - in case there really is a blog genie reading this, um...maybe ron livingston could call me? am i pressing my luck? don't want to seem greedy. just throwing ideas out there. pitching my ideas, if you will.
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