Thanks to the internet, I’ve discovered that I get around. Well, not me exactly, which would be sort of fun for a 40-something stay-at-home mom with the social life of an earthworm in the Mojave, but my virtual me. That Elizabeth Boyle entity, who in the last month or so was popping up all over the place, that impertinent little minx. I rather envied her prowess, her brilliance, the way she was beloved by all. Okay, that is probably overstating the case–okay, way overstating the case, because some people were slightly miffed with my virtual self, but then again any girl who moves around the globe like is going to get a reputation, if you know what I mean.
First of all, I received a nod in The Hoyden’s Award, or rather Something About Emmaline did. My virtual self arrived in her usual blowzy fashion, looked around for the wine and cheese (and more notably for the statue, since I was skunked out of mine from Romantic Times), but all I could do was comment politely and keep on moving. Still, I thought a Hoyden Award was pretty cool, I mean who doesn’t want to be a bit hoydenish from time to time–even if you have to explain to family and friends just what exactly is a “hoyden.” Since the Hoyden, aka Lana, is a fellow Oscar Wilde fan and an excellent spotter of Hoydens, I’ve kept reading her delightful blog, A Hoyden’s Look At Literature. I would invite you to do the same.
Now onto my next Elizabeth Boyle adventure, an escapade that if I hadn’t had Google Alerts, I wouldn’t have known about it. Apparently some time last month, I passed out and my 20 month old child dialed my cell phone to save me. Truly. It is all right there on the Internet. Of course, typical of the Internet, they got it all wrong. My mother’s name is Tess and I don’t live in Essex. The next headline will be, “Passing out Mother can’t recall having Milly either.” Kids these days, they just drop in and out of your life without so much as a phone call . . . and this one can apparently dial a phone.
Then, much to my annoyance, Elizabeth Boyle started living her Million Dollar Life. Wild woman that she is, she even gave a seminar for CEOs and other fools. I’m sort of glad I missed this one, ’cause I’m not a huge fan of CEOs right now. But my internet-alter-ego apparently isn’t opposed to taking their money. Well, good for her, but I think her next seminar ought to be “Sharing the Wealth with Other Elizabeth Boyles.”
And finally, when I am not leaving my life in the hands of my virtual child, charming people by selling snake oil, and being Hoydenish, I also work at a scrapbook shop in Bellingham, Washington called Treasury of Memories. Now I know why I am so tired all the time, between the commute to Bellingham, the writing and now, non-stop crafting, no wonder I’m passing out. But there I am (at least my virtual self) blogging all the time about the cute crafts I have time to do. I actually love seeing what Elizabeth is doing so I have her blog on my Bloglines account.
So the lesson here is, give yourself a “Google” and see what you’ve been up to. You might be surprised.