You can tell by this video that our world is still rocking....
When it was all said and done, we replaced "getting drunk" with "getting crazy with the lactose intolerance." McDonalds on our wedding night and Dairy Queen twenty-one years later.
Come to think of it, I should have titled this post Foodies in Love.....
Hello, again. Today (Monday) marked day one of Season Two of Commute Chat. I can't believe that summer is essentially over for the Goldens. This past weekend was a perfect ending to the season of fun, a term which I use lightly here. On Friday night, we attended a book signing and reading and recording of the Georgia Public Broadcasting program Cover to Cover at our local library. While there, I met author Lauretta Hannon aka The Cracker Queen.
Garbo also pushed her way to the front and had her picture taken with Lauretta. Garbo is a CQ in training.
Later, she tried to read The Cracker Queen while Georgia author Terry Kay spoke about his writing career and his various novels.
But Mr. Kay proved just a bit too interesting for her. She gave up trying to read during the event and listened instead. At the end of the taping, Lauretta drew the name for the winner of the Georgia Public Broadcasting raffle. And what do you know? She drew my name. I responded with a very clever "No Way!" But it was true and I have the swag to prove it. See?
After the event, we hung around for a while because Lauretta had a special goody bag for me. It was full of some really cool things. (See top picture.) I was especially grateful for the nerve pills. I can use them these days! (Thank you, Lauretta! You are too kind!)
While we milled around, nibbling on cookies and sucking the cream out of petit fours, I spied John Sepulvado. I sidled up next to him and purred "I take a shower with you every day."
What a smoothie. He simply smiled indulgently at me. I realize that this wasn't the first time he'd heard this line. "Well, my girlfriend is in there so don't let her hear that."
John later introduced us to Suzanne Capelouto, another GPB staffer. They wanted to talk to to MathMan about his connection to Torey Malatia, the President and Chief Executive Officer of Chicago Public Radio. It's an interesting story about how MathMan knows the Man Who is the Model Public Radio CEO, but let's just say that the conversation included a moment where we actually got MathMan to sing a song once crooned by Mr. Malatia in the dark days before he got on the staff of WBEZ in Chicago.
One of the evening's highlights was having Lauretta brag on my writing. I knew she read the blog some, but when she met my husband and said in her perfect Southern drawl, "You must be MathMan," it was clear that she had, in fact, read it and remembered some of it. That was a very cool moment for me. And for MathMan, too.
For the person labeled Troll Asshole in my Statcounter, there's no need to leave an anonymous comment telling me this is boring. I trust that since Part 1 so bored you that you felt it necessary to tell me, you won't bother watching this video. Unless of course you seek boredom which might explain why you visited my boring blog seven times after telling me how boring it was yesterday.
For the record, anonymous comments will be deleted immediately unless they are showering praise on me or lauding my artistic genius and wicked acting skillz.
Carry on......
*For Utah - some people don't like to expose young minds to some of this stuff. I respect their desire to protect their kids from the ravages of the world. I don't follow that path as a mama, but just as they don't shame me for being myself, I won't shame them for being themselves. Much. Well, I mean, I try........
This one might be continued. Didn't want it to go too long.
It's full of camera goofs, random conversation, me nagging Doug, inappropriate language, a short song that we don't really know the lyrics to, and the two of us not being the 100% Midwestern nice we typically are. Plus there's a new theme song and tag line. I'm finally figuring this out, too.
To be continued? Well, we still haven't done this with sock puppets. I swear, they're coming.
P.S. I have a fat lot of nerve mocking someone else for their neck.
We are taking requests (or attempting to), the following is in response to Steve's insistence that we vlog dipped cones from Dairy Queen. And since Steve isn't really an insist kind of guy, we thought this must be important to him.
Thanks to others who have provided ideas. We're trying to figure out how to work in British accents, hats, the often-threatened (or is it promised?) sock puppets and finger operas. We've been rehearsing our finger opera song, Suzy, never fear!
A couple of administrative things. First - this one has some adult content. Not pictures, but language, so be prepared for that as you consider who might hear this. And second, regarding the audio - we're still working that out on the cheap. This was filmed using Doug's camera, which makes a better video, but distorts the audio, making us sound like we're doing lisps and lateral lisps. Please note that we are not really doing this - it's the equipment. Now, some might find it amusing, others might find it uncomfortable. I'm not sure what the politically correct thing is here, so I'll just offer an apology in advance if anyone is offended. Because a pre-emptive apology is so convincing, isn't it?
Anyway, here it is, we're eating again and talking about things of an adult nature. I fear we've already typecast ourselves.....
I've managed some music on the opening credits this time, but forgot closing music. Baby steps.......
I swear, I cannot believe I'm showing you this. First of all, it's ridiculous. And self-indulgent. And goofy as hell. I hate seeing myself on video and hearing my voice. I'm still heavier than I want to be. And for heaven's sake, do I have to look that much like my mother? I used to watch her mouth when she spoke and wonder why she did that thing with her lips, etc. I guess this is my due for being so silently critical of my mother back then. And finally, when did I get Dawn French's neck and chins and do you suppose she'd like them back now?
When we did this experiment, I had no idea how disconcerting watching myself would be. It goes back to that question of would you like to be married to yourself, I think. (We actually ended up having a discussion centering around that theme in another video chat that won't get published, but it ended up being a really good discussion). I mean, now that I've seen some of my mannerisms, my tone, the eyerolls, fidgets and tics on a longer format video, I'm painfully aware of how I might look and sound to others. I find myself wanting to be quiet and trying to sit more still after watching this.
The fact that MathMan can barely be seen will have to be remedied if we do any more of these. And if we do more of these, they won't be scripted, but perhaps we'll have some idea of what we're going to talk about. Oh, and the camera will be on something stable. Duct tape will be involved. Perhaps to put over my mouth so that MathMan can get a word in..........(My suggestion that I chew a piece of gum to use as an adhesiveto hold the camera in place was met with MathMan's scorn. In retrospect, I must agree. That would have been wrong. And gross.)
The sound quality is just like being there. The Corolla isn't terribly soundproof. Oh, and you even get an opening song. It is the first time we've been recorded singing. I'm sure, upon viewing, you'll understand why.
