I am an overpreparer (if that’s not a word, it is now). I have to prepare in advance or I am frazzled and out of sorts. I am not a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type gal, not at all. Sure, I can do it, but I get overly self-conscious, worried I’ve forgotten something and anxious. So anxious.

So when Catherine emailed me about joining a roundtable discussion I was over the moon. Great opportunity for lil’ ol’ me, right? I mean, there’s these bigger named bloggers and me. Granted, I sat in on Catherine’s spot, but it turned out to be an awesome introduction post for my spot at Better Than a Playdate (BlogHers Act Canada: Family Health).

But, who did we talk to?

None other then Debbie Phelps - yes, Michael Phelps’ mom.

She’s an amazing lady, very grounded straightforward and candid. It was a great talk and such learning experience being that I’ve never done anythink like that before.

Any-way. So Catherine asked me.

I was all, Hell! Ya!

And she was all, Great! I need your three questions by the morning!

*gulp*

That meant I had to prepare them.

I thought about it all day, all evening, all night. I even did a little research about both Michael and Debbie (cuz Iz all professional now) I froze, my hamster fell off its wheel; all I kept thinking was: OMG! I NEED QUESTIONS?! WHAT DO I ASK AN OLYMPIC ATHLETES MOM!?

(Because apparently they’re different then other moms.)

But I managed to come up with three that I was somewhat proud of, but still had to ask HBM for her opinion - you know, to be sure, and I was prepared with back ups incase there was one that she didn’t think was that fabulous!.

See? OVERPREPARE.

Then the morning of I was all worried that I’d forget or that I’d get the number wrong.

(Because what? It’s different DIALING THE PHONE when it’s for a conference call?)

See people. I don’t do so well when it comes to something outside my box, and though this wasn’t FAR outside that box, it was outside. Outside causes sweats, nervousness and chattiness.

As soon as I picked up the phone, I barely hear the dial tone through the sound of my heartbeat raditating throughout my skull, but once I was on hold for about 15minutes due to complications (their’s not mine, thankfully!) my nervousness had dissipated and it was kinda just like talking with a bunch of girlfriends.

I could hear the patter of fingers typing away through the line as I feverishly wrote everything on my trusty notepad. Those dang professionals! I thought. I can barely hear while I type - you know, constructing my writing gold *snort* - let alone engage in a conversation.

[Note to self: Must learn to type, talk, listen and engage if I ever hope to continue this gig.]

Everything turned out fabulous and my article has been unleashed onto the internet at BlogHers Act Canada, so if you’d be so kind to venture over and let Catherine and Katie know that they made the right decision by listening to me beg for a chance to write for them letting me come back to Playdate letting me write this article for BlogHers Act Canada. I’d be really grateful for any comments you leave there. You know, make me feel like I belong or something.

/whoring.

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