Oh, no, I don’t give up that easily. Ok, I’ve given up on the knight in shining armor, galloping through my front yard, coming to rescue me from the evil queen because he’s so madly in love with me, (I will, however, settle for a man driving a white, Chevy, pickup truck with a few rust spots and one of those cute window decals of the little boy peeing on the word Ford, yes I am a Chevy girl), but my goal of receiving the pep-talk phone call from one of my role models, Diane Sawyer, is alive and well.


It will happen.


For those of you who never read the original posts, they were in the 30+ that I lost in a database fiasco, I wanted, for my 36th birthday, since it didn’t happen on my 35th, a pep-talk phone call from Diane, telling me life after 40 does get better and how to make it in a male-dominated field. Yeah, see, it didn’t happen. I let it go for a while, but, after events in my life involving certain family members that shall remain nameless, the need to know I don’t have to be the perfect daughter, have the perfect career and not all of my mother’s problems have been caused by me, became greater. An outside voice- from a strong woman, who, unknowingly pushed my dream of becoming a journalist, which didn’t happen due to the aforementioned situations.


This is where I need your help. Will it be six degrees of separation, or 600? It doesn’t matter. One phone call, that’s all I ask. Am I nuts? Not a bit. Determined? You betcha. What are the situations I speak of? Secret Squirrel stuff between Diane and myself. For the person who is the last link, which gets me the phone call from Diane- he/she will receive one bottle of West Virginia wine-in the flavor of your choice. I’ve tasted the blackberry-not bad. That’s a hell of a price- a whopping $16.99.


Now, where’s the freakin’ redneck in the white Chevy. I’m in the mood to go muddin’.