So last Thursday night Big Mama and I sat down in our respective homes and recorded another podcast.
Unfortunately, said podcast will never see the light of the interweb because it was about seventy-four different kinds of mediocre.
(And right about now you’re probably thinking, “Why, BooMama – ‘mediocre’ has never bothered you before. I mean, JUST LOOK AT YOUR BLOG!”)
(To which I say: I KNOW!)
But it’s one thing to read a mediocre post for approximately two minutes – sort of like you’re doing right now, in fact. It’s quite another thing to spend 35 or 40 minutes listening to a mediocre podcast when you could be doing infinitely more important things, like spending time with your family or cooking a delicious meal or scrutinizing your pores in a magnifying mirror while simultaneously composing a blog post in your head.
And by the way? That last option?
I wouldn’t know a thing about that.
Also.
I determined last week that there seemed to be a correlation between the onset of my writer’s block and the onset of my Semiannual Allergy Pill Extravaganza. I don’t know what it is that blooms or sheds or molts or whathaveyou in early September, but I have to take a prescription pill so that the majority of fluid in the upper half of my body doesn’t attempt to pour out of my eyes by lunchtime every single day.
So for the last couple of weeks I’ve been taking two industrial-strength pills a day and yet – because I AM A GENIUS – wondering why in the world I felt a little out of it. And why my train of thought was spotty at best. And why I was spending a considerable amount of time perfecting the light catnap at inappropriate times.
Like, for instance, when sitting in my car at a red light.
The sound of horns can be so rude, y’all.
Anyhoo, I’ve cut back on the allergy medicine for the last four or five days, and LOOK! SENTENCES! MANY SENTENCES! IN A ROW!
Well, sort of.
Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow with an extra-special interview, though I should probably say “interview,” because I don’t know if y’all have noticed, but I am not a serious journalist.
Shocking, isn’t it?
However, I did get to sit down and talk with two of my new-favoritest people in the whole wide world, and I connected a microphone to my computer, and I recorded all the questions and answers because I knew I wouldn’t remember anything otherwise. And now I’m a little afraid to listen to the “interview” file, much less transcribe it, because I have a feeling I’m going to be terribly embarrassed when I have to listen to my voice in the context of an “interview,” and there’s no question, really, that it will cause me to have some form of sinking spell.
Or perhaps to eat large quantities of peanut butter and chocolate swirled together, only not like a Reese’s, because I would really like for the chocolate-y part to be a little warm, thank you.
Okay, I was paying attention all the way through this post, answering back, forming a witty comment in my head and then you throw me for a loop with that chocolate and peanut butter quip at the end. I no longer have a comment; I can only think of heading to the kitchen to get a chocolate chip covered spoonful of peanut butter. Thank you very much.
One word.
PODCAST THE INTERVIEW!
Ok. Like that was three words, but I figured you being all medicated and all – can’t count right now.
Whenever I listen to my voice recorded I want to jump off a bridge because I sound so “country.”
So I can only imagine if I had to do an interview. But I’m sure you sounded fab.
So here I am, thinking to myself, “Sophie’s mama’s fabulous hot fudge sauce swirled with peanut butter…a veritable dessert in a spoon.”
Pardon me while I go raid the chocolate chip bag I have hidden from all eyes but mine in freezer compartment of my refrigerator.
Talk amongst yourselves…
and please forgive my obvious lack of editing skilz. THE freezer compartment…
Oh my, the chocolatey thing–I’ll have to make a trip to the basement to get the chocolate I have in the freezer down there. I’ll skip the peanut butter. Dear Heart, you are probably reacting to ragweed.
Moose tracks ice cream…beat you to it tonight, dear one.
I find that when I am doped up on Advil Cold And Sinus, I write some of the best (meaning odd) posts. Thus, for me, the sinus medicine makes me hyper and delusional.
maybe you could talk about the topic: Tools make a woman sexier.
I just saw that on CNN’s website and thought it sounded interesting. What is a southern woman like? Having lived in the mid-atlantic to midwest to mountain area I have not an idea.
Bleck – allergies. Looking forward to medicinally-induced posts and podcasts!
Your posts always brighten my days. Thank you.
This post cracked me up! I can so relate to the choice between constantly dripping/wiping or the fun-filled “I am a walking zombie” feeling. So hard to choose, isn’t it, when both options are both so alluring?
Both and both both.
If you want something totally decadent, melt your bits of chocolate with a spoon full of caramel sauce…not the cheapo stuff that you put on your ice cream for the kiddo’s but the good stuff from Baker’s Catalog…..that’ll curl your toes!
I so enjoy reading your blog. I have a suggestion for your allergy problem that might help some. Rinse your nose with some warm water mixed with a little salt.
I totally do that. Sort of. I drop chocolate chips right into the peanut butter jar and sit down with a spoon. Where the children cannot see me.
Makes you want to skip right over to my house and have a peanut butter sandwich, huh?
I hope your allergies go away. But I think you’re perfectly delightful while in the throws of being allergically medicated!
Am I the only one worried that you dozed off at a red light? Please don’t double up on the meds! I seriously will be stressing out all day wondering if you are driving. Be careful!
I can relate to the red light thing… early pregnancy was brutal for me in that way. I could hardly stand the 15 minute drive to take my big kids to school!! Hope the allergies clear up soon.
So how sad is it that while most of the previous commenters (or is that commentors?) were distracted by the peanut butter and chocolate, I was lost on the catnap part? Really, I don’t think there is anything more delicious than a nap. Pray for me.
It’s always better when the chocolatey part is a bit warm. :)
Okay, so yesterday when I caught up on some posts you thrust Yo Gabba Gabba on me, in my head that was free of the party in my tummy. Now you make me want the deliciousness that is all thinks chocolate and peanut butter. I have to say that I prefer cold to hot–some really chocolately ice cream with a little PB spooned in. Yum.
I’m heading straight for Marie Calendars after work for some Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie. Then I might stop at the grocery store for some Reese’s ice cream, and why not get some double chocolate chip cookies to go with it? Mmmmm.
boomama,
i have the most perfect recipe for you regarding the peanut butter + chocolate combination.
let me know if you would like this recipe. it’s basically a chocolate cookie with a big ol’ gob of peanut butter in the middle, and baked.
mmmm mmmm good.
I second or whatever number I am, the peanut butter/chocolate on a spoon yumminess!
I am sure they will be serving this in the heavens and it will not be FAT FREE!
Have a nice day yall!
I enjoy listening to music or podcasts on my ipod while I grocery shop. I made the mistake of listening to yours when I went tonight. I looked pretty ridiculous giggling to myself as I walked through the aisles. Of course, no one else could hear why I was laughing. I did enjoy the show, but next time I think I’ll listen in the car or someplace more private! Keep up the good work!