The Green Event

MutantTurtlesI heard on the radio that some scenes from the next Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie will be shot right here in my hometown – Buffalo, NY.

Everyone wants to know why Buffalo, NY was chosen over other cities.  Is it because of our proximity to Niagara Falls?  Or maybe due to our depressed economy (cheaper to film)?  Or perhaps because we have some of the best pizza in the country, and everyone knows the Turtles love pizza?

I say no to all of the foregoing (well, ok, maybe pizza does factor in).  The real reason the Turtles want to come here? They want to meet dear, old Cordelia’s Mom!

Granted, no one from the film company has as yet contacted me in that regard, but I know it’s only a matter of time.  How could my name not have risen to the very top of the Turtles’ “must see” list?  After all, I had turtles when I was young, and God knows, I had teenagers who made me old.  I even know what a Ninja is!

I can picture it now:  A stretch limo arrives at the chosen meeting place (not my house, I still wish to be anonymous, which is why I didn’t have the limo pick me up at my house, duh).  The Turtles jump out and give little old me hugs.  There’s a photo shoot (in which my oversized body is tastefully blocked by those large Turtles).  A variety of pizza is served, along with everyone’s choice of beer and/or wine.  I am given permission to not only write about the event, but to post a photograph to verify to my readers that said event did, in fact, take place (‘cause some of my readers refuse to believe anything I say, I can never understand why).  Said event will result in thousands millions of Twitter tweets and Facebook shares.  My blog followers will increase from 10 to 50,000.  My pseudonym(s) (both of them) will become household word(s).  (Yes, Not CM will be there, invited or not – she likes pizza, too, when she feels like slumming.)

So, come on Turtles, have your people contact my people asap! It will be a very special day for all of us.

And I will bring fresh-baked cookies – who can resist that?

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I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com or notcordeliasmom@aol.com

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Image by JD Hancock

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17 Responses to The Green Event

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    You will become the family hero here! Turtle power!!!

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  2. Awesome! Turtle Power 😉

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  3. Going viral while staying anonymous. Now, that’s a trick.

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  4. Paul says:

    You are my hero CM. Imagine my knowing someone as famous as you – Whew!

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  5. Archon's Den says:

    You’ll keep us informed about the date, won’t you?? Mrs. G.O.D. and I both LOVE us some pizza, and didn’t get any the last time we visited you. 🙂
    Did you ever get a definition for FRAPs? Our vet told us today that it stands for Frenetic Random Acts of Play, although some people say Frantic Running And Playing.
    I was just over at Butch’s site, reading a story from a dead guy. I’d say that you have some interesting friends, but then, I’m one of the interestinger ones. 😯

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    • Yes, G.O.D., as soon their people call me to set up the date, I will let you know. Sorry, I didn’t think to offer you pizza and wings when you were here – come back and I’ll make it right.

      As for FRAP – the definition was right in the post (Frenetic Random Activity Period). Why are you asking your vet? Do you have a new puppy?

      Butch’s story gave me chills. I won’t tell you how I know that he’s telling the truth, but he is.

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  6. willowdot21 says:

    Would you like me to pop over and butle for you female Butlers are very in vogue!

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