Random thoughts:
This morning I made Sparkles get all sweaty. Her palms, I mean.
I MEAN: I think I gave her a panic attack.
The story:
On my blog, I can see how people are referred to the site. so if you click on the link in my siggy, I can trace it back to this page, and this post.
WELL: there was a referral from thepioneerwoman.com, which was wierd. I LOVE her site, as does Sparkles, but I rarely comment because she is SO popular, who is going to read my little comment out of the 12,000 she gets on her especially comment-worthy posts?
So I clicked the link, and it took me to a contest The PW was running for a BBQ recipe. I didn't submit a recipe, but Rachel is enamoured with BBQ, so I did a quick control+F and found her. Rachel had submitted a recipe, and somebody thought it was good enough to check out her(our) blog.
In a strange koinky-dink, someone had read EVERY SINGLE POST Sparkles and I have ever written for TheHenway. ALL 200+ of them.
So...I text Rachel, and lay this out for her. Then I tell her, "What if it was Rhee herself? And she liked your recipe and our blog so much she had to check out all our posts? And then she'll put a link to The Henway on her page, and our traffic will go up, and we'll get famous, be asked to be on Good Morning America, write cookbooks, and never have to work in a cubie again?"
So Rach texts a LOL, to which I respond, "Well, if I am going to dream, I am going to dream big, as big as the ocean blue. Because when I dream it might come truuuuue, so when you dream, dream big."
Rach responds, "Your dreams are making my palms sweaty."
Yup. I gave Sparkles a panic attack, BY THINKING POSITIVE.