This is the one where I let you in on the good news I alluded to awhile back. I have been holding it in for awhile because my mom was here last week so I was busy watching her fill C up with candy and taking a nap for once. So while super big news is both super and big, moms and naps have a way of completely dominating their magnificence. I’m just calling a spade, a spade here.
UP YOUR GAME, SUPER BIG NEWS, ‘CAUSE NAPS AND GRAMMIES ARE COMPLETELY PWNING YOU.
But now it’s time to talk about my good fortune because I still can’t believe it myself.
Guys, I was kinda sorta quoted in an article on CNN.com last week. Meaning that a real journalist who has interviewed the likes of Michelle Obama actually contacted me and wanted to know my opinion and insight on a current event and then included my quotes in her article and even gave me the last word.
Um, I KNOW.
You can read it here. It’s about the boundaries we put in place when we chose to share portions of our families’ lives online. A lot of great food for thought, and I’d even be referring you to it if I weren’t represented in it.
But I am represented in it, so that’s talk about that.
I feel like a lot of what I say here makes me come off as a broken record, but it bears repeating that I am tremendously humbled that anyone cares what I think and write about things. I often feel like I just stumble into great, awesome stuff. Remember how Forrest Gump kept being invited to the White House? The first time, he got invited for playing football or something, and he ended up drinking a ton of Dr. Pepper and telling the president he had to pee. And then another time he got the Medal of Honor and dropped his pants to show LBJ a bullet wound on his butt.
That’s me, dropping my pants and telling you that I have to pee.
Thanks for caring what I say and for encouraging me along the way because I wouldn’t have any of these successes if it weren’t for you. You’re all my Lieutenant Dans and/or Jennys.
Actually, let’s be honest: you’re actually those people sitting at the bus stop with me and wondering why I keep talking about my life but keep listening because I have chocolate.
This is me, virtually sharing a piece of my Whitman’s Sampler with you. Take any piece you want.