Let me tell you, it’s kind of a surreal experience having the press contact you to ask you questions about your life and goals and ideas.  The past week has been full of interviews, pictures and splashes across the media. It feels good to have had an idea that has been worthy of some attention.  I hope that it is the first of many ideas to come (that people notice, that is).

On an unrelated-to-Stephen-Colbert note, I’m starting a two week South Beach Diet in a shameless attempt to loose some poundage before I hit the beaches of Hawaii over New Years.  I’ll attempt to record the misery here on the blarg.  I hope my body doesn’t rebel against me… especially since finals are just around the corner.

Lastly, my Mom is hilarious.  And here’s why:

Over the past few weeks my Mother has been going through a major ordeal of remodeling some of the rooms in her home.  The biggest project thus far has been refinishing a large bookshelf in the den.  The bookshelf takes up an entire wall in the room from the floor to a few feet shy of the vaulted ceiling.  Needless to say, it’s been quite an undertaking involving boxing up hundreds of books, trinkets and everything else that was stored within the confines of those cabinets and shelves.

A few days ago, the doors to the lower cabinets were finally installed, wrapping up the project.  Now the task of restocking the shelves was before her.  Obviously, she wasn’t going to carry dozens of ridiculously heavy boxes of books back into the den by herself, so she solicited my brother’s help via text.

The text read as follows: “I need your body.”

Jason (my brother) obviously knew of her predicament, thereby making this potentially awkward text un-awkward.

Well, my mom didn’t send the text to Jason. She accidentally sent it to the man who had been refinishing the cabinets, Jack.  In a panic, she hacked out a quick text apologizing to him and called my brother.

I can only imagine the look on Jack’s face after the long, drawn out ordeal of getting these shelves finished when he opened his phone to see a text from my mother soliciting his physique.

Awkward. It runs in the family.