When I was bumped from appearing on Anderson Cooper last year, I'll admit I was disappointed. But I understood. National politics and global uprisings were the big stories of the moment.
Mommy bloggers from Chicago aren't supposed to aim that high anyway. Drinking coffee with "The Silver Fox" was just not in the cards.
Yet when a very nice producer from the Steve Harvey show contacted me about appearing on Steve's new daytime program, I felt for sure this time, things would work out. After all, Steve Harvey is also the host of Family Feud.
I LOVE Family Feud.
I grew up watching Family Feud at my grandfather's (Papa's) knee. By the time I was nine, I was practically a Family Feud savant. I could rattle off all the top answers in seconds. Even Papa began shushing me so he could figure out the answers without my help.
Papa passed away nearly thirty years ago. I felt this was some kind of sign from the great beyond. Papa wanted me to hang out with the host of Family Feud. It was a circle-of-life thing for sure.
As dates and scheduling were sorted out, we already had gotten further than I did with Anderson's ambiguous producer, "Yeah, yeah, we'll fly you out to New York next week sometime...we'll call you." Plus, Steve Harvey tapes the show in Chicago, the city of my heart and soul.
But I got bumped. Again.
This time was different, though. Instead of a cold, heartless email from a New York producer saying something like "Please destroy this email, and should WE ever want to deal with YOU again, someone will contact you," Steve's producer CALLED. On the phone. Like they used to in the 1950s before texting.
I told her this felt like Anderson Cooper all over again, and she was really funny and reassuring.
Whether or not I ever make it to the big Steve Harvey show remains to be seen. But the fact that there are well-mannered professionals still in media who don't treat people like expendable plastic bags warmed my heart. It gave me hope even, and pulled me right out of my full-blown seasonal affective disorder rut.
I have begun thinking about those folks who DO garner all the media attention, and I've come up with a plan.
I'm going to admit to doping while blogging.
The story has legs, no?