There’s a blogger among us, I just know it16 VIPs have spoken »
I believe I’ve mentioned that the flesh-and-blood Cardiogirl is nothing like the virtual red-shirt-wearin’, ponytail-flickin’ Cardiogirl. That’s just reality any way you slice it and I can guarantee you that Mom Zombie can attest to that.
I know this because I sat next to Mom Zombie for 12 weeks this summer and barely said a word to her. Why? Because I’m single-minded wherever I go. I don’t really chat people up. Ever.
So I knew my worlds were going to collide when I accepted Rock and Drool’s invitation to attend a PR event for McDonald’s new and improved Happy Meals. She and I had never met but we’d had a few online chats. And now she was going to meet anti-social flesh-and-blood Cardiogirl. Oy.
What I didn’t expect was to run into Mom Zombie, who I did not know was a blogger. Once we settled into McDonald’s Playland, she approached me, sunny personality intact, and asked if we knew each other.
I said no.
She said she thought our daughters were in gymnastics together.
I said no.
Still upbeat, she said she thought they had a class together at the Y. And then I realized, yes. Yes, indeed, they had a 12-week-long class together and I saw her repeatedly that summer and barely said, “Hey.”
So then I was falling all over myself trying to recover. What a small world, huh? But it was about to get even smaller.
It was then that Melissa, who was hosting the event, came over and casually asked if we both knew each other as bloggers. Uh. Say what?
Yes, ma’am. The woman I’ve been ignoring all summer is a fellow Michigan blogger and we have actually crossed paths — ONLINE — in the last few years. Yep.
So I think we bloggers need to come up with some sort of code word to prevent the shock of such a collision. It could be windowbox or even flower boxes because I think you could work that into conversation pretty easily.
Casual chit-chat usually includes the weather, doesn’t it? I think you could say something like, “It’s been so dry this summer that the flowers in my window boxes are wilting by four o’clock each day.”
Is it the middle of winter? No problem. “I just love my flower boxes. In winter I decorate them with garland and fake pointsettias.”
See how that works? My head wouldn’t have exploded over there at McDonald’s if bloggers across the cyberworld could all agree on a common code word. Got any suggestions?