Four Boops; One Day (Home version)

You know, I’m running out of celebrity Boops (I have two more to tell you about) until the next con comes around in OCTOBER, and I’d like to introduce to you the cast of characters in my life in between celebrity Boop stories.  I hope you’re good with that? Today, I want you to meet four of the greatest players in my life.

If you remember from some of my previous posts, this blog is largely about how I deal with anxiety, with Booping as the key.  So, we’ve addressed social anxiety that appears at Conventions when meeting celebrities, but of course, that is not the only anxiety I face. Anxiety is almost an everyday buddy of mine… if by buddy we mean that person you want to go away and leave you alone, but just won’t.  They’re not really welcome in your life, but they sneak up on you pretty regularly and throw you for a loop. Yeah, anxiety is that kind of buddy. Asshole.

Sometimes I bring anxieties home, and sometimes anxieties originate at home.  I’m the mother of a 16-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy, so things can get a little crazy even with my wonderful Hubs around, being awesome.  He’s great with the kids, and me, and I couldn’t be luckier.  Okay, enough sappy.  Back to my original statement, there’s anxiety at home, too, whether it be from something that happened at home or something I brought home.  Sometimes, there’s not a person in the world who can soothe my anxiety. But you know who can, sometimes, when no one else is able?  These guys:

Meet (clockwise from left) Stubby, Kinks, Rudy, and Luna.  You’d think that the cats wouldn’t want to cooperate with Booping and that the pup would do better, but it was the exact opposite.  The cats chose to smell my finger for the Boop, while Rudy wouldn’t keep his head still while I was trying to Boop him.  He took so many attempts!

These guys are very important to calming my anxiety, assuming they’re not the reason for it, in which case I have to find another coping mechanism.  Each of them have vastly different personalities, so they all help in different ways.  Stubby is what I call an “aggressive self petter.”  If you have any pets, you might know what I mean, but I’ll describe anyway.  He could be asleep, and be barely touched, but jump right up for a good petting.  Now, he’s not going to just let you pet him. No, no!  He’s going to make sure that you do it right!  So he runs himself back and forth under your hands, lifting up if need be, to make sure that you pet him exactly where he wants to be pet.  And he’ll do it forever and ever.  So he’s really good for a laugh.  He’s also a great cat bomb, if you know what I mean.  Sometimes I think that we should get him a green rug so that we can Photoshop him into amazing scenarios based on his sleeping pattern.  He’s basically down for anything. And he’s BIG!  He and his brother Kinks are part Ragdoll, so they’re pretty carefree and large.

Kinks is pretty calm, like his bigger brother and also has the amazing flopping ability, but his unique character trait is that he loves everything.  And I do mean everything. Everything is love for this sweet boy.  He’s also kind of a creeper.  When he wants affection, he’ll just come over, sit down next to you, and stare at you.  For minutes, like a lot of them, until he gets the attention he wants.  With his crossed eyes. He’s ridiculous.

Now both boys are named after their tails.  They were born from a Ragdoll/Manx mix, and so they have very unique tails.  While a Manx’s tail is virtually totally absent, Stubby’s tail is cropped.  And it’s not cropped the normal length, it’s like double the normal length for a crop.  It’s about half a tail. It’s like a hilarious little rudder that he uses for direction. Kinks, on the other hand, has a full length tail, but it has a little kink at the end that makes the shape of a Harry Potter scar! Here they are as babies when we adopted them, almost exactly six years ago (it was August 3):

Luna is not like the boys.  She’s a classic Tortoise Shell. A bitch.  But we love her anyway. Torties have a special place in our hearts, and I can’t imagine not having one. The bitches. The hates almost all living things, but occasionally, she’ll do this thing where she just commandeers your lap because she feels like it. Of course, you’re afraid to move, but might try to pet her because, hey, the opportunity doesn’t strike often.

Then there’s our guy, Rudy.  He’s an old man Border Collie mix, and turns 13 in October. He used to be a fluffy ball of energy, but has finally, over the past couple of years, calmed down.  After all, if he were human, he’d be like almost 91. He acts as if he’s never been pet before when friends and family come over, and he has the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen on a pup. Okay, not the saddest because nothing surpasses the concerned Dachshund when it comes to puppy dog eyes.  Nonetheless, he is a super-sweet guy, who just wants a good pet and lean. Oh, and he wants to lay down.

So if I’m feeling really stressed or anxious, I have four distinct personalities in my own home to help me out of my distress. I can get lost in their fur and loving eyes and their squishiness, and just ignore everything for a little while, even if just for five minutes. They’re pretty patient, though, and I think the relationship is symbiotic. They let me love on them, and they get good pets out of it.

I hope you enjoyed meeting my pets, and maybe soon you’ll meet my family.  Or some friends.  Who knows!?  And remember, I have two more celebrity Boops to pull out at any moment, so if this wasn’t your thing, stick around!



My Triumph – The Double Crossbody Boop

So, I’ll jump right into this, the amazing story of my second, and perhaps favorite, but not really because how on earth could I choose a favorite, Boop. Hot off the heels of the success at my very first attempt at Booping, and feeling wildly confident, I received word that not one, but TWO of my very favorite, but not really because, again, how on earth could I EVER choose a favorite, Doctors would be guests at a different Wizard World Convention, this one held in St. Louis. Conveniently, I have family in the St. Louis area (hi Mom and siblings/siblings-in-law, N & J and J & A!), who I hadn’t seen in too long, so I started planning yet another mini – vacay, this time, solo, since I knew my bro & his later to be bride would attend the con with me. 

I’d like to jump in, here, and say that I don’t usually travel to different states for cons. Being in the Dallas area affords access to several cons per year, and the guest list usually has actors that I’m more than happy to Boop, but this was a super-special occasion. I mean, two Nu-Who Doctors in the same place?! I simply couldn’t miss it. Especially since one of the Doctors in question very infrequently cons.

Now, if I remember correctly, this particular con was held on April Fool’s Day, or at least that weekend, and I was very nervous that one of my Doctors would cancel, last minute, which has been known to happen (I only met Matt Smith on my THIRD attempt, for instance). There was also the problem of expense. Since the trip was already, well, a trip, I’d opted for a photo op with both Doctors to get more bang for less buck. This decision left me wondering how I’d Boop both Doctors in the same photo. Sure, two noses, two index fingers, no problem, right? But where would I stand? Would I reach across one to Boop the other’s nose if I was in the outside? That wouldn’t work. I’d clearly have to stand in the middle. The idea of W arms wasn’t that appealing to me, so after quite a bit of daydreaming, it came to me: The Double Crossbody Boop. And it became my holy grail. It presented is own problems though. I’m somewhat tall for a woman at about 5’8″, but these are some tall gents! Could I work it out? Would they even let me?? 

Con day arrived, and I, once again, chose not to cosplay, since I didn’t want to have to pick a Doctor, and wasn’t clever enough at the time to think to hybridize the cosplay into both of them. Also, I didn’t want to travel with it. So I donned a favorite t-shirt that displayed both Doctors’ Sonic Screwdrivers and the TARDIS (I promise this won’t ALWAYS be Doctor Who themed, for those who’ve no idea what in talking about… stick around), and I was ready to go. On the way, I remember my brother practically forcing the smash musical “Hamilton” on me in the car, something I now can’t BELIEVE he had to do considering how huge a fan I am now (gotta add Lin Manuel Miranda to my must Boop bucket list), but I couldn’t REALLY focus on it because if the task at hand. I had a mission. 

I don’t remember much about the con itself, only that I was crazed to be in the right place, at the right time for my photo op line. I didn’t want to miss my chance. So I waited. I waited AROUND the lines. I stood waiting. I sat on the floor, still waiting, and finally it was time to line up. I always have conversations with other fans in line that I can’t remember later, when I don’t have my anxiety symbio buddy with me (hi, K!), and I didn’t. 

Suddenly, I’m looking through a curtain, and there they stand. My hot Doctors. The two in the series who are by far, to me, the most attractive and desirable. I felt like a silly little girl. I was going to Boop their noses?! These two?! The “proper thin man“ and “the chin?!?!” I walked in the room, wondering if I’d really do it, and as they quickly greeted me and started to lean in for a pose, I blurted: “Can I please Boop both your noses?!” They froze, confused. Again, I kind of blacked out. I felt Matt Smith kind of leaning in and crouching down, I’m sure not knowing what I meant, but happy to play along, while David Tennant asked incredulously in his wonderful Scottish,”What? My nose? Is tha- a thing?!” Beautiful. And then he leaned in, too! I, through some feat of psychics and balance that I still don’t possess, managed, in mere seconds, to hop up onto my tippy-toes, take a look right and left to be sure that my fingers are in the right places, and then smile, hugely, for the flash. 

And just like that, it was over, like it always is. I touched them as long as I could because, hey, you don’t get the opportunity every day, and thanked them both profusely. I’m sure I told them that I loved them. I heard laughing around me from the photographer, the handlers, and those in line behind me who could see. I had done it! Double Crossbody Booped two of the most dashing and debonair Doctors of all time. I couldn’t believe myself. I couldn’t believe they’d done it! 

I picked up my photo to more laughter and even high – fives, and took my first glance:

BEST THING EVER!!! Matt was obviously super into it, and, as always, silly as can be, and David, with that giant smile plastered on his face, obviously thought that this girl must be crazy. I loved it! I’ve yet to have this one autographed, as I was on the B-word that day (budget… ugh), but have hopes that, later this year, Matt Smith really will actually come to Dallas so I can get his signature, and his take on what I hope is a memorable photo to him. 

This challenging and comedic experience brought about even more confidence than I’d gained with Jenna Coleman. It quelled more anxiety. I could really do this. I could make it my thing! But… I thought… actors across the pond have no idea what a Boop is. And that leads to my next Boop… 

Find Your Boop

Boop.  BOOP!  BOOOOOP!!! I’m sure I first saw it in a cat meme, like the one above that I have no idea who it belongs to, but I can’t be absolutely certain.  I don’t own the word or the action, but in another way I TOTALLY DO!  I’ve made it mine.  As I’ve informed in my other posts, my affinity for Booping came as a sort of must-boop-at-first-sight when I very first stumbled across a particularly wonderfully Boopable nose attached to a new character, at the time, on my very favorite British Sci-Fi show. I’m sure I’d booped before, most likely any one of my three cats, my dog, or my son who is now five, but suddenly I had an overwhelming desire.  “Oh my god, I HAVE to boop her nose,” I thought.  “I WILL BOOP THAT NOSE!”

I don’t know where my resolve came from, or how I ever planned to boop that nose, but, as you know, Boop that nose, I did!  And from there grew confidence, courage, and a new ability to handle what were, for me, social anxiety inducing situations.  These were events that were wonderful, yes, and opportunities that a lot of people don’t get, but ones that still filled me, during, with a frozen demeanor, not knowing how to act or what to say or do, and after, with a feeling of shame, wishing I’d made more of the experience for myself, for the friend who most often shared the experience with me, and for the subject of the whole situation:  The celebrity guest at Sci-Fi conventions where I was enjoying the opportunity to engage in photo ops with these fine and wonderful creatures that I’d only before seen on TV. Of course, every photo op was a was a rush, and I’d had a blast watching my friend interact so easily with the guests at photo ops, but I knew that the experience could be more for me.

So I turned to Booping.  And I share with you in the event that something is preventing you from being comfortable doing something that you want to do in your own life.  And because it’s silly.  I’ve asked before: who doesn’t like a little silly? But if you are one of those people who, like me, has a sort of block about doing something you really want to do the way you want to do it, I’m here to encourage.  Find your Boop.  It could be anything.

Next time, I’ll tell you about my second Booping experience, and what a wonderful, beautiful thing it was!!!

My First Boop

Like I’ve said before, my desire to Boop erupted instantaneously.  I was binge watching through Doctor Who, having become an avid fan after it was recommended by my brother, J, and a dear friend who I knew was watching and had quickly become obsessed, K.  I’ll introduce you to them later, hopefully.  Hi guys!  Anyway, I was watching right along, and things were looking bad for Amy and Rory, the Doctor’s companions at the time, when they were thrown, with The Doctor, onto a prison planet for Daleks.  If you’re not a Doctor Who fan, and you’re reading this: 1. WATCH DOCTOR WHO, you’ll thank me later, and 2. I’ll try to keep the story line simple, so there are no spoilers for you because I just know you’ll want to watch.  So, they were dropped onto this planet to complete a mission, and on the planet there was a single human survivor from a crash that had occurred a year previously. The lone survivor quickly popped up on screen, and time slowed down for me.

“Oh my gosh,” I thought.  “She has the cutest nose I’ve ever seen. I must Boop that nose.” I mean, have you ever seen such a perfectly Boopable nose on a person?! At the time, I had no idea if I’d ever have the opportunity to Boop her nose or how that might occur, only that I was in the process of meeting my share of Doctors and Companions.

Again, my friend K (the blonde, I’m the redhead) looks amazing in all of these photos, the picture of confidence and photogenics, while I feel that I was so star struck and statued (Is that a word? That red squiggly line says it’s isn’t.  Well, I’m using it anyway.) by these beloved celebrities I was literally rubbing elbows with that I look frozen and stunned. I was always so worried and anxious about how I would look next to such a photogenic friend, and, you know, celebrities, that I present a perfect visual example of the social and situational anxiety I mentioned in my first post and on my About page. I know… it could be much worse, and I’ve stated such. But there I am… seven examples of frozen solid in anxiety, and excitement. Except in the picture with Sylvester McCoy… I look great in that one, but that’s what Sylvester McCoy does to a person.  Charming fellow. And I have a prop!  Props help.

Anyway, I finished the episode (that’s Season 7, Episode 1 “The Dalek Asylum, btw, and all images of Jenna Coleman are stills directly from that episode), and then kind of forgot about that nose. GREAT episode though.

A little time passed. Some developments happened in the show with The Doctor and his companions, as they do, and suddenly, The Doctor was sad.  Very sad, in fact.  So sad that he wasn’t even happy to see, in the Christmas 2012 special episode “The Snowmen” this nose:

Well, I mean really Doctor.  I WAS! It was the girl!  The nose! The one that just cried for Booping!  “BOOP ME!” it practically called to me as I watched “The Snowmen.” I was so distracted by her nose that I could barely pay attention to the episode. And as Jenna Coleman’s character became more prominent in the show, I just knew I had to do it.  I had to do a photo op by myself, without my symbiotic anxiety buddy, K, so that I wouldn’t be riddled with the anxiety of 1. stealing the show in a photo op together if I Booped, and 2. much more importantly, ruining her photo op if I failed.

More time passed, and finally, it was announced some months prior that in January of 2016, Jenna Coleman was to be a guest at the Wizard World Convention held in New Orleans.  Now, Hubby and I, though we’d been together for about 11 years by that time, had never taken a vacation together, any more than a long weekend at a distance of four hours away from home, staying with family.  I snatched up the opportunity for a mini-vacay without the kids. We could go someplace we’d never been before, AND I could sneak in a visit to Wizard World to potentially Boop Jenna Coleman’s nose. I made the arrangements for the hotel, the convention entrance, the photo op with Jenna Coleman, and even an autograph with her.

We drove the eight hours to New Orleans from our home in a Dallas suburb, and started our enjoyment of New Orleans.  It’s a wonderful city, and the weather was perfect at that time of year.  Our vacation was long enough before Mardi Gras that the city wasn’t too crazy for the boring married couple that we are, and we avoided the heat and humidity that inevitably beats down on New Orleans, being a coastal, below sea level, city.

Convention day arrived, and Hubby walked me to the convention center before sauntering off on his own through the French Quarter to have his own adventures, while I conned.  He’s not much of a convention man, which is fine.  I made sure that I knew where I was supposed to be and when I was supposed to be there, and set alarms on my phone to prompt me to look for lines that I was supposed to get in.  After all, everyone knows that 90% of a convention is standing in line! As I stood in Jenna Coleman’s line, I wondered if I’d actually have the guts to Boop.  I’d opted not to cosplay to cut down on the anxiety quotient for the day, so I hoped that would help.  I waited patiently, as the people before me in her line had their chance for a photo, and then I was up!  Jenna looked…. tired.  She was stretching her shoulders and arms when I walked into the tiny little room where photo ops were taken, and she waited for me to walk up for a smile and a flash, and put her arm around me.  Instead of just smiling at the camera, I turned to her, finger held up in the air, and said “May I please Boop your nose??” “MY WHA?!” she exclaimed in her adorable British accent.


I blacked out.  I tried to explain what I was talking about, but instead, just gestured with my index finger, face to face with Jenna Coleman, her arm around me, wondering what on earth this crazy American wanted to do to her, I’m sure.  I’m certain that I said “nose” a few times before finally Booping my own, but that’s really all I remember.  The next thing I know, Jenna must’ve consented because I’m looking at the camera, finger on that beautiful, Boopable nose, smiling, and the camera flashes.  I thank her profusely, and run off to get my photo. This all happened in seconds, of course.


As I rounded the corner to get my photo, workers at the convention, cracking up, presented me with not just the one photo I’d paid for, but also the photo of me begging Jenna Coleman to Boop her nose!  I was so surprised, and so pleased.

Later, in her autograph line, I thanked Jenna for being such a good sport and told her how much I loved her in Doctor Who.  She thanked me and said other things that I can’t remember because I was talking to Jenna Coleman, and finally I told her that I was looking forward to seeing her in her upcoming, at the time, series “Victoria.”  She seemed genuinely surprised to hear a fan mention something other than Doctor Who, and I mentally patted myself on the back. I felt confident! And free! And unafraid! I had done it!  I’d Booped the nose!


The Boop. It all began in an instant for me, and did not come to fruition until much later (more on that at another time), but it happened, as the Boop does. The Boopin, as they say, is gonna get you.

I’ve decided to start this blog or chronicle, if you will (and if you won’t, then be gone with you!), as a self-proclaimed professional Booper for several reasons:

First, it’s damned entertaining. For me, the Booper, official boop witnesses, and even, I like to think, the Boopee (yes, I’m coming up with all sorts of titles here), it’s an experience that stops in the tracks, makes cheer, and confuses. Confounds even, but definitely intrigues. It happens in the blink of an eye, and then it’s over just as suddenly as it began. Ah, the Boop.

Second, it’s fun! I’ve been Booping professionally for over two years now, and each experience is unique and wonderful in its own way. I like to think that sharing my stories (Boopies? Nah, too much, even for me.) will bring a bit of light-heartedness, laughter, and even levity (Did’ja like that? There’s more of that alliteration to come. *wink*) to a world that’s currently somewhat sour with various and great, many problems. My intention is not to pretend that these problems do not exist, and I may comment on them from time to time as I’ve been knows to have an opinion, but rather, I’d like to shine some light in the dark. We can all use a little more light.

And third, finally, Booping has helped me fight a battle with my social anxiety. Before Booping, social situations, specifically photo ops at sci-fi (STAY WITH ME!) conventions left me with photos of my amazing looking, wonderful friend (you’ll meet her later), the fabulous, featured celebrity guest, and me…  looking stunned and frightened. “DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?!” I’m screaming in my head to the celebrity, usually to my right, as the bulb flashes, and it’s over. Immediately the rush of “why didn’t you say this/do that, etc” begins in my mind, and I berate myself for not making this opportunity a better experience for myself and my friend, a more memorable one for the guest, and a prettier photo to commemorate the event. And then the picture shows it: my friend, fabulous, at ease, if explosively happy, and me… a terrified statue with a kind of weird smile plastered on my face, looking as though I don’t know what to do with my hands. Fast forward to my first foray into Booping. I’ve never looked back. It has brought me courage. It has filled me with confidence. And better, there now exists photographic evidence of a woman, previously twisted up inside, visibly uncomfortable in these amazing situations, relaxing, having a good time, and finding a way to fight her demons.

The idea of Booping in photo ops was born, for me, from the sight of a wonderfully Boopable British sci-fi show character and cat memes (thank you interwebs), yes, but I believe that its use applies to so many other social areas of at least my life. It may seem to solve a very first-world problem: “Oh no, I can’t get a good photo of myself at this con (convention for those not familiar with the lingo) I paid to attend with this celebrity guest with whom I paid EVEN MORE to have a photo op!” but it draws attention to much larger problems: anxiety, specifically social, just plain not being nice to one’s self, and how one little tool has helped me to change that for myself. My life has definitely taken a turn for the fun and quirky since I started Booping. Patience, though, and all will come.

Now stick around, kids, and I’ll tell ya how it all began!