Tee hee

This crazy blogosphere is a groovy trip. Not in the same realm as the trips induced by various psychotropic mind enhancers, not that I would know about that, but a groovy trip nonetheless. I’m still befuddled by the thought that this is such a NEW phenomenon.

Seriously. I don’t remember life BWWW, but I know I was a legal adult when it got started. Nothing seems to  happen without web intervention or, at the very least, web discussion. Pretty awesome, I say.

Anyway, thanks to the web and its blogs I’ve made some really cool friends. A new version of friends. A sorta Friend App type of friends. Bloggy friends. Haven’t met them face to face, but I feel like I’m in their living rooms, kitchens and offices almost every day. I laugh with them, learn from them, feel their joy and pain in the same way I do with, you know, my old version of friends.

All of this just to say I got the cutest, silliest, most giggle-inducing, dorky email this morning. It was from B over at Shutterboo, she hosts the Weekly Photo Challenge I’ve neglected for the last 2 weeks. I love this chick. She’s funny, she’s smart, she’s a smartass and she loves dogs. And photography. And food. And she’s oh so talented!

Anyway, the subject line read: I’m going to make a fool of myself… I liked the message already. Anyone doing foolish things and including me in said activities, even if after the fact, gets my undivided attention. Here’s what she wrote:

But I have to tell you, Anamaris.  Note I’m a complete dork.  Dork is my middle name.

Your blog name, Chef Yourself… every time I see it/read it/talk about it/you get the drift, I always hear the song “owner of a lonely heart”.  The singer starts out verses with things like move yourself/lose yourself/see yourself/prove yourself and sings them very staccato.  And I do that with your blog name.  Occasionally, I go a step further… “Chef Yourself, you always live your life…”  I know.  Dork dork dork.  But I had to tell you.  I don’t know why.  I’m just tired of laughing at myself and need someone else to laugh at me.

Have a great day!

How sweet is that?!!! Even better that I knew the song and love it! I say that because, well, I don’t know all the songs (story for a different day). The email exchange continued and went downhill once I became involved. Something about me hating on her ‘cuz she’s like 12 and how could she have any memory of the 80s.

Then she insisted how she totally loves 80s music (ok, who doesn’t?!). But she took it too far.
She called dibs on Bon Jovi.

and I lost it.

I don’t care how cute and sweet and smart and talented and dog-loving she is. Or that she totally made my day with this very sweet, funny, dorky email.

He’s mine. She can’t have him.

She’s a kid! She was just born like day before yesterday, which means I saw him first!
ohdear. I’m such an ingrate. Bad Anamaris.