Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

I don't know if you're a blogger virgin, one that's been around the block a few times, or somewhere in between. I will tell you that if you're looking for another blog to add to your repertoire, you can't go wrong with Jen of "People I Want To Punch In The Throat". (She affectionately shortens it to its acronym: PIWTPITT)

Most people have celebrity "crushes"; people that they will admit to liking a whole lot. It's not sexual, it's just love. (And not at all creepy!) I have a blogger crush on Jen. She's like my idol of the blogging community. She brings sarcasm, sass, and swagger with effortless grace. She gets hate comments for cripes sake. You have to be talented to get people to read your writings just to leave nasty feedback. (Although please don't leave me nasty feedback. I don't need to be that talented. Maybe just a grumpy emoticon or something.)

Are you wondering where I'm going with this? This week I got to "meet" my celeb-bloggy crush. Live and in, um, email. Okay, let me back up a little.

Because Jen's cool like that, she hangs with other cool mom bloggers. (It's an exclusive club for bitchy, hipster Moms with mad writing skills, yo!) She wrote a review for a couple of her fellow blogger's books and decided to give copies to one of her readers. To enter the contest, you had to leave a comment about why having humor in parenting is important. Okay, I can do that. Comment. Submit. Done.

Since my memory span consists of about 49 minutes lately, I forgot all about the contest. I'm reading her latest post on Sunday and she announces the winner of the contest. And I get to the name and HOLY CRAP. It's me! I actually looked around the room for a minute just to make sure there wasn't some prank show waiting to ambush me. Nope, still my name there! I fricken won! After she announces the winner (Did I mention it was me?!) she asks that they contact her to receive the prize.

Okay, okay, I might hyperventilate if I don't calm down. I get to contact me celeb-bloggy crush? She's going to read something I write to her? From my computer to hers? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Breathe. In and out. Okay.

Have you ever tried to say something witty and cool and, at the time, it sounds fine. Until you look back at it and cringe and think, "That's what I said? I'm such a dweeb!" Well, that's pretty much what happened. Being the ultra cool celebrity that she is, she didn't even call me out on my ultra geekiness. (Wow! She's super classy too!) It was a little reminiscent of high school and stammering in front of the cool kids. I kind of wanted to kneel and say, "I'm not worthy your blogginess!"

But I'm probably still never washing these eyes that got to see the response from Jen from PIWTPITT ever again!