By now the post I wrote for Fit Bottomed Girls has gone live and I can squeal (out loud) that I got to interview Heather B. Armstrong from Dooce.com. Ya'll I have a writer's crush on that woman and it is strong like no other! I've dreamed about her and her family not once, not twice, but FOUR freaky times AND I've started a luv and kiwi post that I haven't quite finished wherein I list all the big fish I want to befriend in my lifetime. She's on that list!!! (Spoiler Alert: Oprah and Ellen are also on that list.)
So yeah...I interviewed the queen of blogging and it was awesome and I sucked at hiding my star-struckness. I kept repeating to myself, "Be professional! You're a journalist, damn it!" but it didn't matter. I was like the charming sister, Honey, from Notting Hill when she says:
Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it's possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I'm failing 100%. I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends. What do YOU think?
Like Honey I failed 100%. I would ask her a question and she'd respond and I'd be squealing in the background wanting to scream, "I know because I read everything you write on every social media platform available on the planet Earth!" I think I even mentioned that I might 'shit my pants'...yes friends, I was NOT eloquent, cool, calm or collected.
So yeah, check out my interview today. I'll post the other two posts I wrote based on our talk later in the week on twitter. We dished, yo. She gave me all kinds of fitness good stuff.
So now that we've shared a journalistic moment I'm on to Phase 2 of my master plan: Best Friendom. Jen's totally okay with this (for all those worried that my budding buddy could harm my favorite friendship.) She's got her Gwen Goals...I have my Dooce Dreams and we're okay with knowing groupie-based friendships are just completely impossible to ignore. We make room....we make room, yo.