Category Archives: Just Me

Enthusiastically Eating My Veggies Today

I had a dream about a salad last night.

My subconscious led me to a place where Brian and I were dining out. This particular restaurant had a salad bar, and I sat down at my booth with a plate filled with fresh mesclun greens, shards of carrot, wedges of ripe red tomato, circles of cucumber, gorgeous broccoli spears, all topped with a tangy but sweet vinaigrette.

Sounds super sexy, doesn’t it?

Eager to dive into my healthy dinner, I didn’t wait for Brian to return from his trip to the salad bar. I speared a bit of broccoli with my fork, closed my eyes, and savored.

When I opened them back up, a certain famous singer/song writer/actor/comedian was sitting in the booth across from me, eyeballing my salad. And this is what he said to me:

Sexy back 2

At that moment, the familiar bass line from “Sexy Back” started playing through the restaurant’s loud speakers, and a bevy of backup dancers arrived tableside. JT jumped up and starting dancing, too, leaving me dumbfounded with a broccoli spear hanging out of my mouth.

Before I could swallow, half of the patrons joined in, and the restaurant filled with the refrain of the famous pop song, with the lyrics slightly changed.

She’s bringin’ sexy back.
She’s eatin’ broccoli and that’s a fact.
Cuz Abby’s special with that healthy snack.
With smart food choices, man, she doesn’t slack.”

As the chorus of “Come here, girl” started up, a group of male dancers dressed like broccoli came dancing out of the kitchen.

Sexy back

At this point it suddenly became apparent to me that it’s all a dream. Not because Justin Timberlake climbed onto the table next to mine and belted out a particularly racy lyric about my hips. Not because the line cooks started throwing up jazz hands. Not even because the back up dancers started doing splits.

But because my husband finally arrived, a giant salad of his own in hand, and started line-dancing with the giant broccolis.

Anyone else thinking of having a salad for lunch now?

My Recent Life As A Blogger

I had a friend tell me last night that he misses my blog.

“You need to get back to it,” he said. “I only follow one other blog. I miss Abby Gabs.”

I was humbled, flattered, and left feeling guilty for letting my readers down. “Truthfully?” I replied to my friend and reader, “I miss it, too.”

I don’t have many excuses for you when it comes to not writing here on this space I carved out for myself. I look back at posts past and wonder how I managed to pull out so many different blog ideas back then–humorous or thoughtful, commentary or comedy, I managed to find things to write about on a nearly daily basis for three years. Then, all of a sudden, it was like someone turned off the creative water faucet. Just like that, the words dried up in my mind. Occasionally, something funny or wonderful or goofy would happen, and I’d think to myself, “I should blog about that.” But I never did. And now those moments are lost forever, a myriad of memories locked away.

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When I lament the loss of my blog to my mommy friends, they all say the same thing. “You have Baby Brain.” It’s true. I eat, sleep, drink, obsess, and think about the adoption every single waking minute of every day. But while my life has been consumed with All Things Adoption this year, it hasn’t changed so drastically that I couldn’t sit down and write a blog every now and then. The honest truth of the matter is that most of those unwritten posts would have likely been about adoption: about the fundraising, and the constant worry, and the waiting, and the sorrow, and the excitement, and the anticipation—all the things that make this process what it is. There was a part of me that wanted to chronicle this journey here on AbbyGabs, but it became so intensely personal, and I worried I’d never be able to capture the emotions we’ve gone through in the form of the written word.

And so I just avoided the blog. I’d open my browser every morning and click anywhere but on Word Press. I’d spend hours on Pinterest, or play games on Facebook, or research  a new and different facet of adoption or parenthood, all in the attempt to avoid the fact that I wasn’t blogging. Not only wasn’t I blogging, I also wasn’t writing. At all. My enthusiasm for writing and getting published went up in a puff of smoke as soon as our home study was completed.

We have had a full year–one filled with friendship and support and laughter and tears and hope and failure. We have built friendships with people who have become more like family. We have planned and saved and dreamed about the baby we so desperately wish for. We lost a beloved pet, and gained a new one.

Pip and Fitz

There’s a small tug of regret for not documenting it here, as I had done so diligently for so long. But there’s also a small nugget of gladness knowing that I was just…living.

My hope is to find my way back to this space, and to the groove of blogging again. I know it’s still in me, somewhere. The creative spark reignited during Nano last month, and I’m hoping to tend to it, baby it, and turn it into a flame. And perhaps in the new year, I’ll be able to rebuild that roaring fire that took me flying through the first three years of Abby Gabs history. Until that happens, I’m going to keep living. I’m going to snuggle our new kitten, Fitz. I’m going to laugh with my friends. I’m going to keep dancing and striving for better health. I’m going to spend time with my family. I’m going to keep loving as big as the sky. And I’m going to write. Because, ultimately, writing is a part of who I am, and when I’m not doing it, I feel like a piece of me is missing.

Here’s to a renewed creative spirit.

It’s That Time of Year Again…

November 1, 2014—a day writers around the globe wait for with baited breath. We don’t even bother putting away the Halloween candy. Nay, we will need all that sugar in the coming days. Instead, we grab our notepads, our laptops, and our flash drives, and we psych ourselves up for THE Writing Marathon Of The Year.

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Thirty days. Fifty thousand words. A novel in a month.

Let’s do this.

Preparations come first. We gather the tools of our trade, preparing our space for the ultimate exercise in creativity. Coffee mugs are filled. Dictionaries are dusted off. Our favorite pens are located and put somewhere safe. We neaten our work stations, clear our minds and our desks of detritus that will keep us from our goal. This is NaNo prep at its finest.

Nano desk

The idea we’ve been marinating on for weeks, or days—or for some of us, minutes–begins to take form in our brains as we open that blank word document. It’s a clean white slate. Zero words, zero expectations, zero thoughts expressed. The time to start is now.

…But first, a selfie…

Nano selfie Day 1

…not just because you’re having a particularly good hair day, or because you happened to be wearing the same color as the prominent shade in this year’s banner. No. You take that selfie because it is commemorating the start of something great. Something amazing. Something AWESOME.

Plus, it’s probably the last time you’ll look this good for the next four weeks. Let’s be honest, here. By day 2, you’ll probably look like a zombie.

Now we turn back to that waiting word document. The cursor flashes expectantly, and the protagonist of your story surges forth with a tale to tell.

Oh. Wait. You forgot to update your Facebook profile pic. And your Timeline cover. OOH–and Twitter. Twitter is important, too. So you head over to the NaNoWriMo website–your home base for the next thirty days–and download your inspirational photos for your many social media sites. You might as well go ahead and create your novel while you’re there, too. I mean, now’s as good a time as any. You may have to do a little research to figure out your working title—that’s ok, you’ve got time. And your profile needs some updating–this is your FOURTH year, not your third. Oh hey, look—you have new messages in your inbox! YES—-a link to the Blue Book you’ll need for the meetings!!….

You chuckle at yourself because, minutes into your first day, you’ve already found yourself sucked into the time honored tradition of procrastination. Well, no more, writer.

NaNoWriMo 2014

The time is now.

Because I’m Happy

You’ve read my blog before, right? For the most part, it’s all sunshine and light (and occasional slap-stick humor.) I have a few mottoes that I live by, and one of my favorites is this:

happiness

It’s not always easy to be happy, I know. Believe me, I’ve had my fair share of days in the dump. But I make a decision every morning. And most days, I decide that I’m going to be HAPPY. Why? Because life is too short to be anything else!

So when I stumbled across a little internet challenge called “100 Happy Days,” I knew, even before I clicked onto their sunshine-y website, that it was going to be my cup of tea. The gist of it is this: Can you be happy for 100 days in a row? And if so, can you prove it? I took 100 pictures, 100 days in a row, of things that make me happy. Those photos were shared on my Instagram (and subsequently on Facebook and Twitter, for all my friends and followers to see.)

As the 100 days went on, I had several people ask me if it was challenging to find something to be happy about every single day. Truth? Not at all. Even on days where I was cranky or sad or irritable, I still managed to laugh and smile and be happy during those days, too. Snapping a picture to document those moments turned out to be fun, but also life-affirming. Whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it right. So…go me. I rock.

Here are a few of my most favorite happy moments in the last 100 days…

Day 8: Edge of the World

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Because a day at the beach is ALWAYS a happy day.

Day 18: Geordi LaForge, Crochet Style

How adorable is he?? I also have a Minion that I adore. You can shop for your own nerdy little Dude at their Facebook shop: https://www.facebook.com/Rekindled.Spindle.

How adorable is he?? I also have a Minion that I adore. You can shop for your own nerdy little Dude at their Facebook shop: Rekindled Spindle.

Day 36: Songs That Remind Me Of Old Friends

You've experienced it before. A song comes on the radio and you're instantly transported back to high school, dancing around with your BFF. Love that feeling.

You’ve experienced it before. A song comes on the radio and you’re instantly transported back to high school, dancing around with your BFF. Love that feeling. It’s an instantaneous grin-maker, for sure.

Day 40: Besties Beach Day

Is anyone seeing a theme? It is summertime, after all. And a day at the beach with a FRIEND is an even HAPPIER day!

Is anyone seeing a theme? It is summertime, after all. And a day at the beach with a FRIEND is an even HAPPIER day! (Pictured with me is BFF and Weight Loss Buddy, Melissa.)

Day 43: My King

Because he makes me laugh. So much. I'm the happiest girl in the world when I'm with him.

Because he makes me laugh. So much. I’m the happiest girl in the world when I’m with him. (You try and look at this photo without laughing. Go on.)

Day 46: My Adoption Fund Minions

This series of photos was taken at one of our yard sales, to benefit our adoption fund. Every single one has been hot, miserable, and exhausting. But having my friends and family around has also made them FUN and HAPPY! (From L to R: Minion Name tags I drew for each team member; Head Minion and BFF, Tina; the lovely Kat; Expert Crocheter and General Happiness Expert, Jaime; Gru, aka Brian, and Office Manager Minion Rick aka my Daddy.)

This series of photos was taken at one of our yard sales, to benefit our adoption fund. Every single one has been hot, miserable, and exhausting. But having my friends and family around has also made them FUN and HAPPY! (From L to R: Minion name tags I drew for each team member; Head Minion and BFF, Tina; Cat Wrangler Minion Kat; Expert Crocheter and General Happiness Expert, Jaime; Gru, aka Brian, and Office Manager Minion Rick aka my Daddy.)

Day 47: Date Day Dress

Sometimes all it takes to put a smile on a girl's face is for her husband to say "You look really pretty," and to offer to take her picture in her new dress.

Sometimes all it takes to put a smile on a girl’s face is for her husband to say “You look really pretty,” and to offer to take her picture in her new dress.

Day 76: WERQ Week, Day TWO

WERQ makes an appearance several times in my 100 days countdown, but this picture was my favorite. Why? Because WERQ makes me feel strong, sexy, and, you guessed it, HAPPY!

WERQ makes an appearance several times in my 100 days countdown, but this picture was my favorite. Why? Because WERQ makes me feel strong, sexy, and, you guessed it, HAPPY!

Day 86: Happy International Cat Day!

 You KNOW celebrating my furbabies makes me happy!

You KNOW celebrating my furbabies makes me happy! From L to R: Dizzy, Pip, Harry and Scooter.

Day 95: Baby Brother’s Birthday

Family makes me happy. Birthdays make me happy. Even celebrating birthdays of people who stabbed me once makes me happy. :)

Family makes me happy. Birthdays make me happy. Even celebrating birthdays of people who stabbed me once makes me happy. (In case you missed it, that’s my little brother, Adam, aka: the Great Pencil Wielder of 1989.)

Wanna take up the challenge? Just visit 100 Happy Days, read all about it, and commit to making your life a happier place to be. I’ll be cheering you on! I had so much fun doing this challenge that I might just start over!

To Me, From My Fiercer Self

Dear Self:

So, you hurt your knee while working out yesterday, huh? I see your ice packs, and your ibuprofen, and your frowny face.

Bum knee

I’m guessing you’re pretty down about the whole thing, and worried that this injury could impact your progress with weight loss. And those tears you cried yesterday? Those were less about the pain you were in and more about the possibility that you might have to miss WERQ© classes for the rest of the week.

Well buck up, little camper. I’m here to remind you of some amazing things you’ve learned about yourself since you shed those 30 pounds while dancing your tush off. And between you and me—it’s a pretty substantial list of AWESOMENESS. Enjoy.

You Can Do 300 Squats In One Day…
…and you’ve done it more than once. That’s right, sister—those legs that you are currently cursing for landing you on the injured list are the very same legs that can squat till the cows come home. All you needed was a distraction from the DIY Network, the ceiling fan set on high, and your hubby behind you reminding you of how dope your bootie is looking. Oh, and those super-awesome, super-shrinking, super-strong legs.

You Are One Funky Cold Medina, Honey.
Oh yes. Yes you are. Turn on some current top 40, put a round fan in front of yourself on high, and watch yourself Werq, girl. You’ve got some moves hidden inside of you that you had no idea you were capable of. Don’t believe me? Turn on Beyonce’s “Countdown” and watch your face in the mirror. See that? Your hip hop stank face is rivaling Bey’s.

Stank Face With BeyonceYou Are a Sweat-er.
And I don’t mean the kind you wear to a Christmas party. When that music starts playing, and you start grooving, you start sweating like a line backer in the third quarter, girlfriend. And believe me, that’s a GOOD THING.

Your Self-Confidence is Showing.
You’re not the chubby girl hiding in the back corner any more. Oh no. Why would you be? You are fierce and sexy and strong. You stroll onto that dance floor like you own it. Take your spot front and center. Wave hello to all the folks watching you embrace your inner goddess and smile. THAT is the power of transformation. THAT is the power of WERQ©.

You LOVE What You See In The Mirror.
For the first time in what feels like forever, you don’t shy away from your reflection. Sure, there’s still lumps and rolls and dimples that you dislike. But no longer do you look at them and see permanence. They may be there now, but they won’t be forever. This, your adult body—the one you’ve hated for 11 years–is becoming leaner. Stronger. And you are loving it…and yourself. Victory.

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So, Sister Warrior, Lover of Pop and Dance, Sex Pot in Sneakers—-I’m just going to leave this list here for you. Now you can come back and revisit it while you’ve got your knee propped up on a pillow. When you’re feeling defeated and like you’ll be fat forever, when you just couldn’t resist that chocolate ice cream and you’re beating yourself up over it, or when you need a friendly reminder that you are SUCCEEDING at LIFE, you just come back here and read it.

Signed,
Your Thinner, Healthier, Sexier, Fiercer, HAPPIER Self

Happy Anniversary, FRIENDS

For those of you not in the know, we just celebrated the tenth anniversary of the final episode of the best show ever, Friends.

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Crap. Now I want a milkshake.

Anywho, I am a HUGE fan of this show. So much so that I still use quotes from the dialogue on a regular basis. (Could I BE any cooler?)  So when my newsfeed started lighting up with Friends articles right around the anniversary date, I clicked on and read them ALL. My favorite? A blog by a writer named Tsh, called “The One Where I Love Friends.” It’s hilarious. And I loved it so much I went in search of Friends gifs that I could relate to my own life. Here’s what I came up with.

Me when I get question right on Final Jeopardy:

a woo-hoo!

Me when I’m on a diet:

MINE!

Me when the cats start yowling for food at 5 o’clock in the morning:

shut uuuuup

Me when Brian does the laundry without being asked:

how you doin?

Me when that thing happened on The Game of Thrones and I totally wasn’t expecting it:

huh? What?Me when I’m reading people’s Facebook status updates:

GRAMMAR please.

Me with every single baby I encounter:

a boo boo boo

Me with my iPhone when Brian catches me Twitter stalking Zachary Levi:

not guilty

Me in line at the grocery store when a cool jam starts playing:

groovin

Me at my Werq class:

boogaloo

Me with a particularly irritating customer:

grr

Me when I read that Donnie Wahlberg is engaged to She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named:

Whyyyyyyyyyyy?

Me reading Dune:

bo-ring

Me when I’m right and you’re wrong:

dancin'

Me constantly doing jazz hands for no apparent reason:

jazz hands

And finally….me every single time I watch the Friends series finale:

sob

Ok, that was so much fun. Thank you, internet, for having so many wonderful gifs to choose from. Now…I’m gonna go watch Friends all day.

A Letter To The Dancing Kid

Dear Enthusiastic Car Dancer,

Yesterday, I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, and I was not happy about it. Nay, in fact, I was rather perturbed by the situation. There I was, anxious to get home, nervous about someone ramming into my shiny new car, and annoyed by the inch-by-inch progress I was making. To illustrate, I felt a bit like Jeremy Clarkson (from BBC’s auto show, “Top Gear“) in this clip:

Frustration mounting, I was tapping my hands on the steering wheel, muttering under my breath, when I glanced into my rear view mirror and saw you. Glorious, unassuming, happy you.

You had the windows of your small, blue sedan rolled down, the breeze mixing with exhaust fumes as it blew through your hair. Though I couldn’t hear it, there was music playing, probably loudly. And you were dancing in your seat like no one was watching. Not just dancing, though; you were grooving. Popping and locking, shimmying and shaking, performing seated-choreography like a backup dancer in their prime.

I imagine you were probably jamming to Lady Gaga, or Katy Perry, or some new pop artist I haven’t even heard of yet. I giggled to myself as the quiet strains of The Eagles crooned through my own speakers. I watched you for a moment, singing into your imaginary microphone, tossing your hair around on your unseen stage, and I was touched. You, young man, inspired me.

I immediately followed your lead, rolling down my own windows and flipping my iPod over to my favorite playlist of dance party songs (because everyone should have one of those, my dear kindred spirit, shouldn’t they?) I opened up my sunroof, let down my hair, and started dancing to the beat of my own drummer.

As traffic began to move again, you turned on your blinker and moved over into the lane beside me. You slowly inched forward, until we were side by side, the bass lines of our different music selections intermingling as they took to the air. I glanced over and we caught eyes, nodding in appreciation over our silent mutual companionship. You shot me a thumbs up and a cheeky grin before you took your exit ramp. Despite your departure, I kept on rocking out, all the way home.

So thank you, Enthusiastic Car Dancer, for reminding me that being stuck in traffic doesn’t have to be tedious and crappy. We don’t have to spend that time annoyed with our fellow man. Instead, I took a page from your book and took my commute from banal to boisterous, all with the simple flick of a switch. And I have you to thank, for teaching me that lesson yesterday. I hope, wherever you are driving to today, that you’re still doing the snake, to the delight of your fellow travelers.

Sincerely, from your commuting comrade,
Abby

A Letter To My Son

While perusing the blog today, I stumbled across an old post I wrote titled “A Letter To My Daughter.” It was an emotional one for me, written without censorship and with the greatest of sincerity. Given our new journey toward adoption, I felt it was only appropriate to also reach out to my Son…wherever he is.

Dear Son,

As I write this, we haven’t met yet. I think you might be out there somewhere, waiting for me, wondering where I am. I can already imagine your giant smile, your infectious giggle, your chubby little arms and legs. I can close my eyes and smell your little boy smell: all sunshine and dirt and chocolate pudding. I can’t quite make your face come into focus–but that will all change, soon. Because I am positive that, as soon as I see you, I’ll know in the bottom of my soul that you are mine. It’s easy to recognize that in someone that you already love more that life itself.

We are gonna have so much fun together, little man. We’re gonna run on the beach, our toes in the sand, chasing the waves as they wash out to sea. We’re gonna dig in the mud and splash in the puddles, till we’re all wet and dirty. You’ll fuss a little when I wipe your face so you don’t get dirt in your eyes, but don’t fret. It won’t take long, and I’ll let you get right back to that all-important mud pie. We’re gonna build giant towers made of blocks, and I’m going to take pictures of you making your “I’m concentrating” face. Then we’ll laugh and laugh and laugh when you knock them all back down again.

I can already guess that you and your Dad are going to be thick as thieves. You’ll bond over cars that transform into cool robots, and he’ll teach you all the things there are to know about the planet Cybertron, so you’ll be well-versed. He’ll be the first one to curl up on the couch with you on Saturday mornings for your all-day cartoon-a-thon. He’ll be able to tell you all the best ones to watch, too. Dad is an expert when it comes to these things, trust me, little man. It will make me a little jealous, watching you wax philosophical on the inherent differences between DC and Marvel comics with your Dad instead of me, but it will also make my heart soar inside.

Here are some things you need to know about me: I will at some point lick my finger to remove that bit of ketchup on your cheek. It’s going to drive you bananas, but it’s a mother’s job to make sure her son is spic-and-span (most of the time.) I will be your biggest cheerleader throughout your life, and you will roll your eyes at me during every event–be it soccer, baseball, football, gymnastics, dance, math tournaments, or whatever outlet you manage to fall in love with. I will be here for you whenever you need someone to talk to, and if you’re not ready to talk, I’ll be here just to hang out with you, too. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about cooking, so that one day, you can join your Pops and me in the kitchen on Sundays. And one day, you’ll be able to cook for your first girlfriend, and she’ll be so very impressed with your skills. (Trust me. Girls love a guy who can cook!)

But the most important thing you need to know about me, little man, is that I will ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS, love you–as big as the sky, as wide as the ocean, and as bright as the sun. Nothing can change that.

And so, I’ll keep dreaming of you, and hoping one day that we’ll finally meet. Until then, you are and will always be Mama’s Little Man.

All my love,
Mom

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I’m a Bonafide Werqaholic

So I’ve not been blogging as much lately as I normally would–I’m sure that, after last week’s post, you’ll probably understand why. While I’ve been filling out paperwork, making appointments with our doctor, and fundraising my little tush off, I’ve also been quietly trying to lose weight.

I’m sure you remember the obligatory first of the year post? The one that is inevitably filled with all the wonderful things I planned to accomplish in 2014? As is always the case in posts like that one, weight loss was one of those goals. I snuck it in there, just between getting published and having a baby. (Yes, I’m an over-achiever.) When I published that post, I wasn’t really sure I’d be able to accomplish any of those things. But so far, 2014 has been good to me. And, well, I’ve been good to me too.

I’m proud to announce that, since January 7 (my official start date), I’ve dropped TWENTY POUNDS!

Hi-YAH!

Hi-YAH!

Go Me!!! Woo!!!

Here’s the thing: this time has been different. This time, there’s no pressure on me to lose weight so I can successfully procreate. I’ve found a weight loss buddy that keeps me honest and supports me 100%, all while being compassionate and wonderful (rather than like the drill sergeants in my past.) And miraculously, I’ve found a form of exercise that doesn’t just work for me, it’s SO MUCH FUN. I actually look forward to going to the gym 3 times a week to shake my bootie with the girls. Werq is like a sweat-inducing, ab-shaping, bootie-bumping dance party, disguised as a high-impact cardio workout. And. I. Freakin’. LOVE IT.

I feel stronger, sexier, healthier, and best of all, smaller, than ever before. I’m not gonna lie, I’m feeling a bit like She-Ra. (Any excuse to bust out my favorite photoshop job, EVER🙂

She-ra

When it comes to weight loss, I won’t make any bold statements or predictions about my future. Why? Because my past journeys have been so bumpy and have all ended, ultimately, with failure. But with the support of Brian and my weight loss buddy, my new found addiction to a hip hop fitness class, and the fact that I’m doing this now because I WANT to, not because I HAVE to, I’m feeling pretty confidant this go ’round.

Who knows? Maybe this time next year I’ll be applying to become a Werq instructor. Because it’s THAT MUCH FUN, y’all. See?

 

Now, who wants to come visit so I can take them to my gym for a Werq-out with my favorite instructor? C’mon. You KNOW you wanna…

I Want My NerdHQ

Today’s blog is going to be a cross between a public service announcement and a love letter. So if that sort of thing doesn’t appeal to you, this might be one of those Gabs that you skip.

But you really shouldn’t. And I’ll know if you do. (That Gabby Abby is WATCHING.)

Remember me telling you all about my fake celebrity boyfriend, Zachary Levi? The one who stole our hearts as Chuck Bartowski? Well, he needs our help!

Nerd Nation, Activate!!!!!!!

Nerd Nation, Activate!!!!!!!

Hang on…cart before horse…let me give you a little back story.

Prior to our trip to ComicCon 2013, I was already privy to Zac’s work. We had watched, and enjoyed, Chuck when it was still on cable. I was a fan of his work in the Disney movie, Tangled. And I thought he was a cutie patootie then, too.

Let's face it---he is true cutie patootie material.

Let’s face it—he is true cutie patootie material.

But it wasn’t until we went to NerdHQ that I got a glimpse into what makes Mr. Levi tick as a person, not just an actor. He gets giddy and fan-girly over the same sort of things I do (Doctor Who, Nathan Fillion, social media, etc…) He wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see, and he’s not afraid to shed some tears in front of the masses. And he truly, 100% believes in the charity he’s an ambassador for–Operation Smile. His huge heart, paired with his desire to bring all-things-nerdy to all of us nerds, is what ultimately made me fall in love with him.

So when Zac reached out earlier this month asking for donations to help him make NerdHQ a success in 2014, I ran to answer the call. And it occurred to me that some of my fellow nerds might be interested in helping Zac, and the greater community of Nerdom, too. Let’s not rely on me to tell you the story…I’ll let Zac do the heavy lifting.

(As you can see, Zac followed my lead and decided to use IndieGoGo to fund his campaign. He saw how successful we were over the holidays with our Pack My Pontiac drive, and jumped on the bandwagon. Smart boy.)

While Brian and I won’t get the opportunity to go to ComicCon, or NerdHQ, this summer, we still want to support it going forward. Why? Because it was the most amazing experience we’ve ever had. (And we didn’t even make it into any of the panels!!) Getting the opportunity to get up close and personal with a few of our favorite celebrities was the highlight of our California vacation. Plus, even though we’ll be staying at home, we’ll still be able to experience the panels at NerdHQ via live streaming!

So, here’s what you’ll be doing if you donate that hard earned $5 in your pocket:

1) You’ll be helping my “boyfriend” out of a tight financial spot. This will allow us to vacation more freely in August. You have my thanks in advance.

2) You’ll be funding an experience for fellow nerds out there, and giving them the opportunity to relax and party in the coolest environment offered in the entire ComicCon universe.

3) You’ll be helping Zac, and his group of supporters, create an event that will ultimately help them make money to donate to a worthy cause. (Read: your dollars will help them make dollars that will help fix cleft palates across the world.)

And here’s what you’ll get out of that donation:

1) The satisfaction of knowing that you did something AWESOME.

2) Your name on the giant NerdHQ wall of fame. (ERMYGERD! Yer FERMEROUS!)

3) The opportunity to sit back and watch the hilarity unfold in July as Zac and his friends get all nerdy together. (And if that’s not worth $5, then what is??)

You’ll also get my thanks, fellow nerds. Because even if I won’t be able to launch myself at Zac (or Nathan Fillion, or Tom Hiddleston, or Joss Whedon, or Sarah Michelle Gellar, or any other Nerd Ambassadors) this year….

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So get to clickin’, people! Let’s make this happen…for me, for Zac, and for nerds EVERYWHERE!

I’ll be keeping track of how far we have come in this funding process with a nifty little gadget in the right column. So keep checking back to see how far your dollars have gone!!