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yesterday was a full day.  baby slept in, then she wasn't awake 5 minutes before husband calls and was frantic.  he forgot a very important piece of equipment for his job.  so in our pj's we jump in the car and go.  it was earlier than i have been on the road on a long long time.

we get home with just enough time left for me to  get baby dressed, fed and entertained while i myself hack away at the grime that has building up on me for...a few days.

we hop on our bike and bike trailer and downtown we head.  i hate wind.  no good has ever come out of wind.  i was pedaling as hard as i could just to stay upright against my ruthless enemy.  with me cursing at the wind, sweating, grunting and wobbling all over the bike lanes, i got plenty of confused glances. 

the coffee date went much better.  my toddler played with her  new toddler friend,  the sweet little em.   they did toddler things, run, scream, laugh, color, and learn about sharing. 

back on our wheels to go home.  which went much much smoother.  i think my cursing into the air helped.

then npr.  insight.  me on the radio.  i was nervous, but my day had kept me occupied.  being in the building was a very surreal experience. as i was waiting to be taken back i was looking at the pictures of all the voices i have come to recognize and, honestly developed a crush on some. 

 walking back through to the green room was a totally exciting experience.  i was seeing the inner workings of something that i love and have so much respect for.  there's where donna apadone sits!  an ira glass poster!  the cpr janitor!  i love you all!!!

luckily there were two other people in my segment so i didn't have to do all the talking for my 20 minutes.  waiting in the green room, my nerves were getting the best of me.  all of the other guests waiting for their segment were chatting, laughing, totally at ease.  then there's me in the corner, sweating like hog, nervously picking at my nails, shaking my foot.  why did i do this?  maybe if i weren't such a fan i wouldn't care so much.  i mean if i were to go on a radio  station that i've never listened to , then i wouldn't care right?

we get ushered in.  there he is.  jeffery callison.  with the sexy scottish accent.  not only am i hearing such a familiar voice, that voice is looking at me!  he starts talking and i can actually feel my body seperating.  cool, funny, impressive me has left the building!  all thats left sitting there is a sweaty, acne ridden nervous wreck. 

he talks with me first.  i can't breath let alone talk.  let alone talk in an npr way.  words are coming out of my mouth, i recognize them as words i have used before, but i can't control them.  i can't breath.  he's still looking at me.  am i under a heat lamp?  breath!  let your breath out!    then on to the next guest.  ahhhhh. let me catch up with myself.  oh crap i have to pay attention to what is going on with the two other guys because he's going to include me too!    the chatting goes on, i collect myself.  i am slowly melting back into my body.  now i can watch the other guys squirm.  oops back to me, now's your chance to prove to the world that you are npr worthy. 

it's over.  it's over?  but i just got warmed up!  the staff comes out of the booth, great job, great job.  it's over?  can we do it again?  i don't want to shake his hand because mine is a disgusting pool of sweat.  ah i'm touching the voice.  the scottish voice.  bye bye. 

i call my husband
did you listen?
 to what?
 me on npr! 
oh that was today?
 nice. 

later in the day i got to listen to the show over the capradio.org website.  huh.  ok.  not so bad.  i actually was speaking english.  alright, i feel better.  wow now i feel good!   i feel like someone fabulous!

then i see baby eating her boogers.  back to realty.  but for the rest of the evening i have a slight sway in my step.