(The airport at Merida waiting to board the plane....why I never let Joe take pictures with my camera)
There is absolutely nothing as shocking as seeing yourself on television. I was ill prepared for it. That is the reason it has taken me almost two weeks to even come up with some type of entry about it.
When we were trying to get out of Mexico, Joe thought it would be a good idea to call our friend in Ft. Wayne, who is connected to the local media mob, to help us. We suggested she call CNN, MSNBC, or even the CIA! She called a radio station who interviewed Joe that afternoon via the infamous cell phone! I'm certain that the "greased wheels" had more to do with us getting out that night than his radio interview.
Upon arrival home, the television station contacted me and I agreed to an interview. Somewhere in my naive view of the world, I thought they would interview me and show some of the pictures from my digital camera. I thought this because I told them I did not want to be on TV.
They arrived with a camera, I should have had a clue I was in trouble.
I wanted to go fix my hair, change clothes, put on make up. They said, "We want you to look like you just survived a hurricane." They also had a dead line.
When I was aired on the 5 o'clock news.....I was struck dumb. And I was struck deaf. I only heard one thing....that southern twang. Slow and ......oh my God! What a southern accent.
Then it was my bad side. My scar, that I have had since childhood when I tumbled down the concrete stairs at age two was so evident that I could barely see anything else! Except the bags under my eyes. My eyes! My eyes!
I need an eye job!
I had my hair pulled up in a pony tail on top of my head. I looked like a mountain woman from the hills of Kentucky.
I did not hear once word I said. I was in such shock.
Word of advice...never ever go on television without makeup and your hair done.
I shall never recover.