JES and Nance and I have been talking on line for a while about how we could generate more visitors to our tiny but wonderful blogs. Obviously, we've been creative and insightful and thoughtful as we email one another with suggestions and encouragements and I love your last post's.
"And then, damn girl, you go and get yourself shot."
Let me say that there has got to be a less painful way to push your numbers into the 5-figures. I'm not sure that there is an easier one, though. I'm sharing Sunday night's Dateline episode with Michael Douglas. You know, the one married to Katherine Zeta-Jones, the one whose father played Vincent Van Gogh.
This little girl has gone big-time.
National news outlets are on TBG's speed dial..... or would be if he used speed dial. They are certainly in his cell phone. I have had lovely conversations with editors-in-chief who answer their own phones and who say of course when I ask if I might use the Star for the publication of a thank you note to my fellow Tucsonans. A reporter from The New York Times spent an hour in my living room. Bob Woodruff is coming to walk around my yard with me as I wait for Big Cuter to arrive from the airport for a great big mommy hug.
I've told famous national political figures that they could not use me for photo ops and I've been hugged by President and Mrs. Barack Obama.
Let that sink in for a while, denizens.
I got a hug from POTUS. And I was in my 'jammies (oh, all right, for accuracy's sake it was a hospital gown but you know it wasn't an outfit I'd planned and considered for months). Amster and I and the most powerful man in the world were in a room together. Hugging. I was being thanked for encouraging a young girl to participate in the political process by the man who owns the political process. Michelle and I talked about Kitchen Gardens and broccoli.
Director of Homeland Security and (oh why did you leave us?) former Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano said good-bye to Little Cuter by her family nickname after she and SIR were shown holding hands in front of millions of people on television from the first row of the McKale Center as President Obama spoke to the nation on Wednesday night.
And Christina is still dead.
A young friend and I went to the grocery store to meet our elected representative on a sunny Saturday morning and I couldn't bring her home to her parents. My body is perforated and glued and pinned and plated and my friends don't have their little girl any more.
The publicity, the accolades, the exposure...they are all very exciting.
I'd trade them in a heartbeat for the chance to let Christina beat me at pick-up-sticks.