Better and better

I was just commenting to Heather B on how far we have come since 2006 when she and I were attending our first BlogHer and making miserable, disjointed awkward conversation around the San Jose Marriott bar.

Somehow we knew even then, in the midst of our biggest spasm of self-consciousness, that we were kindred spirits. We spent our time together at BlogHer 2007 trying to reconcile a huge dinner bill that almost made us weep with its hugeness (as Heather said "It had a comma.")

And this year, we are to appear onstage together at the BlogHer Community Keynote. This is a brilliant idea - instead of having a speech, bloggers will be reading 2-3 minute posts they have written. BlogHer invited bloggers to submit their favorite posts in four categories (rants, parenting, blogging about blogging and humor). Then they chose 16 of us to represent. Gulp!

Some of my other favorite bloggers will be there, including Mom 101, Moosh in Indy, Joy Unexpected, Schmutzie, Deb on the Rocks, and Fluid Pudding.

We will all be reading some sort of blog post. Mine prominently features one of my fellow Keynoters, though I am sworn to secrecy about which post I am reading. Hee!

I'm just proud that in 3 short years, we have come from being the geekiest kids at the bar to being the geekiest kids on stage. THAT is progress.

Suddenly it all made sense

My friend Ish is about my age. He has the energy and enthusiasm of a kid, but on some things he is kind of old school.

"I have a hard time telling my mom I love her," he said. "Maybe it's a guy thing. It's just hard for me. Instead of saying 'I love you' I say 'Drive safely.'"

I thought of all the times I wished my dad could say "I love you." And all the times he has said "Drive safe. Be careful."

Now I know what he was really saying. It feels really good to have that translation.

Because you can never have enough Goldie

...and because my last post was/is grossing me out.

She was hot, it was a summer day, and the coolth of the red passion vine looked appealing...

Limitless talent

Today at lunch I managed to bite down on a vertical piece of tortilla chip, tearing a hole in the roof of my mouth.

Sorry I had to tell you that, but I CANNOT stop obsessing about it. I am feeling the roof of my mouth with my tongue and geeking out over the flap of skin hanging down and it is just AAAAUGH so awful and hurty and weird.

I can't think of anything else. I may go mad. Visit me, will you?

Sweetney is a fan of the red stapler

And I am quite a fan of her. And that is all I will say about that.



I just can't wait for BlogHer even though I have a giant never-healing zit under my nose and nothing to wear. Fluid Pudding is my roommate. I think that is the coolest thing EVER (well, Average Jane was my roommate last year, and that was pretty cool, too).

I was outside waxing my car when some dorkass started shooting off fireworks (on July 6). Goldie was inside with the front door of my house open, but then I couldn't find her.

I went out to the car and found this: