Friday, January 23, 2009

Because It's All About Me

I should have worn my Bali bra with modesty petals.






As it was, I chose a lumpy dumpy message t-shirt over anything fashionable.






The result was less cute college co-ed and more public school mommy volunteer out in the cold January rain.






I imagined Denise Richards, but all things considered I should give up the Tom Cruise samurai hair don't. Imagine this hooker hair only less Rodeo Drive and more Main Street.






I was reminded on the way out the door at 4:30 a.m. that last time I was on television, I was made to remove my glasses (video unavailable). Not being able to see, I looked like an oggling goggler. So I put my contacts in and revealed my partially inherited, partially earned under-eye baggage.



Finally, though I'm already bloated from my premenstrual Eve's apple thing, a mike pack was hidden under my shirt at my waistline.




And if I were to make it on to a national television show, that is how I would present myself. Of course, the media were only interested in the phenomenal teacher who made it all happen, so this is total vanity.

Yesterday's schedule:
4:30-7 a.m. local news
7:45 a.m. - 2:45 p.m. - film crew contracted by Rachael Ray
10 a.m. - TUSD Focus reporters
1 p.m. - different local news
8 p.m. - crash

Of course I can't find the live coverage from the local news, but their edited piece is online and my kids are in it!

More to come - if I feel like it.

4 comments:

  1. Awww, Populist, as you point out, we've known each other for slightly more than 10 years now. I can confidently assume that you are just saying that because the udder makes you randy.

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  2. I like clever, and you've always got clever going for you despite what anyone might say.

    But, you know, a decade in Wisconsin can do strange things to a man.

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  3. What are people saying? No. Don't tell me.

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