iHateGreenBeans

About a month ago, I was invited to participate in my first podcast.  I was just the right amount of excited and nervous when the guys over at Sure Bud hit record, but immediately felt at home with their relaxed take on interviews.  After the session was over, my one regret was that I had used the word vagina when talking about the “other” places the Bachelor ladies may have tattoos.  Naughty bits or nether regions would have been way funnier, but that’s where my brain went so I said it.

It’s taken almost 30 days for me to muster up the courage to post a link to the darn thing.  And the reason I have hesitated this long is simple pride.  When I first heard myself, I was HORRIFIED at my accent.  I could overlook the fact that I was giggling like Jaime during her awkward lap dance because these guys are so spontaneously funny.  But the sounds that issued forth from the speakers of my MAC seemed so ridiculous that I couldn’t believe it was me talking.

So here we are.  I’ve taken the time to process the situation and have decided to look for a silver lining.  I’ve come up with two options:

1. This could be my audition tape for Big Bang Theory when Sheldon gets a visit from his East Texan cousin who is able to stretch most one syllable words into three. Both my hair and belt buckle will be large.

2. This could be my audition tape for “Hands on a Hard Body — The Musical.” Of course, I’ll have to come up with a few songs to sing in my second and third auditions. I’m thinking Zac Brown’s “Sic ‘Em on a Chicken” and Hank Williams, Jr.’s “A Country Boy Can Survive.” I’ll substitute gal for boy of course.

It is without further adieu that I present my interview HERE!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to figure out how to turn off the comments for this post.