GULP!!

How many boys read that and thought "Yeah, baby!!" hahah. Because you KNOW the men folk stalk my blog like it's oxygen and they have a pillow over their faces.

I just got an email from this person who is heading up this Kidney Transplant webinar. There have already been 580 people registered to watch this 4 part series. I'm in part 3 of it. Only the 1st part has been completed so far.
I do a really good job, I think, of keeping my head up in the clouds/my ass, but sometimes I "get it". This webinar is a really big deal to people facing kidney transplants, and their whole family. Their friends. The people who love them and want to help.
The bigger deal is, of course- YOU GUYS. I need you all to stop for a minute. If you pray, or if you don't, I need you to anyway. Here's your script:
Dear Holiest God EVER-
PLEASE, if you exist, please, please, please help Nicki during the webinar. Help her refrain from saying anything along the lines of "That's as good as it gets, right there" like she did on the news. Please. Let's keep the Extra Northern out if it this time.
Amen.

Would it be inappropriate to pop a vicodin before the event on Sunday? Do we trust me to have a glass of wine instead, and THEN get up to speak? Do I have to do this through my nerves? Cullen's a butt and says "Well then don't do it." Dink. "YOU like ATTENTION, remember, ATTENTION WHORE?" Okay, he doesn't call me attention whore. But he looks at me all high and mighty when we get on that topic.
And I always tell him that I belong on a stage. My life is a stage. So I'll LIKE THIS when Sunday comes, right? Maybe I'll work that angle. Maybe I need to kick it UP a notch and REALLY WORK IT. OWN IT.
Much ado about nothing. As usual. :)