I’m shy. I’m sure it’s why people think I’m so sweet until they get to know me. Anyone who knows me would never describe me as sweet.  A friend of ours, Bill, told me years ago that he initially thought I was sweet and innocent. Until he sat down next to me before one of our softball games and first experienced the true me- a lot of attitude with the mouth to match. It was shortly after I’d had shoulder surgery so I’m going to say I was probably high on narcotics without any filters. Oh wait. That’s right. I don’t have filters. I say what’s on my mind. And on that particular day, I was having to sit on the bench until my shoulder healed and we were watching the sales team (whom I hated) play another team in the game before ours. I may or may not have said we were going to kick this team’s ass in the play offs. I may or may not have had a competitive fire lit in the pit of my belly and done a fair amount of trash talking. ;)

This is why Steve can never run for public office. My mouth would lose the election for him before he even got started. I’d make Theresa Hines Kerry look tame. A whole team of handlers would have to throw a bag over my head and gag me before I went out in public. And then I’d just get fiestier. Like the angry, wet cat from hell. I’d be spitting and biting with my claws out and it just wouldn’t go well for all involved.

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So anyway, our family was talking about fame in the car. To son #1’s surprise, I said I had no desire to ever be famous. I don’t ever wish to be in the public limelight. My shyness turns to all out fear when the spotlight is turned on me. I don’t like cameras, and being the center of attention freaks me out. Steve pointed out that this blog had earned me a small amount of fame. But I asserted that I never started it with the intention of becoming “famous.” I write because it relieves stress. I crack jokes about stuff that usually wasn’t even close to funny when it was happening but perspective later made it amusing. I’m guess I’m ok with blog fame right up until someone walks up to me and says “I read your blog” and then I want to start screaming and not stop. So son #1 said “Well what if you wrote a book then had to go on TV or something?” I glanced uneasily at Steve and said “Well then Daddy would have to come on TV with me because there’s no way I’d do that by myself and I’d have to take Paxil or whatever it is they give people for stage fright.” Steve rolled his eyes and said “Why not? That’d be awesome! But what am I going to do? Introduce myself ‘Hi, I’m Steve, I’m her husband and handler and I’m media trained?’ ” Well duuuhhhh. Microsoft trained him to handle the media. I’d just start punching people. This attitude and mouth takes some work, you know! It’s a good thing Steve’s media trained….