But aside from that, she's still completely normal
I’m home with the kids today – took an extra day off so I wouldn’t have to go right to work. Kids are outside. I see my oldest… Riding his bike, with no training wheels. Well.
I’m a failure as a mother.
My oldest can ride a two-wheeler. Nobody thought that I would like to know. This is what I miss coming home at 7pm every night.
I’m safely home, and exhausted. I have many stories to tell, but want pictures with them.
Which are in the back of my husband’s car, and he’s at work. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get all your stuff out before I go.”
So – gee darn – laundry has to wait, and bills, and driving (my wallet’s in there too.) But no pictures either.
It’s Friday morning… and it’s currently 6:23, so I’m not entirely coherent.
I’m not going to give a blow by blow of the sessions themselves, but everything else, I want to record my thoughts on.
No pictures, ’cause, well, I haven’t brought out my camera yet.
Last night I went to the newbie mixer. I had a drink, and met two lovely ladies in line, Kelly and Jennifer. Unfortunately it was really loud, and we didn’t exchange cards, so I never caught their blogs to link them. While I saw Mocha Mama… I didn’t have the balls to talk to her. I was supposed to meetup with GeekMommy, and I kind of know what she looks like, but when scanning I couldn’t find her. I quickly grew overwhelmed with the loudness and the people I didn’t know, so I left and headed up to the People’s Party.
When I got there, I got myself some swag, and got myself another drink. I was on a mission to meet Megan. I’m a reader of her blog, but as you know, she’s also the head editor of Blog Nosh (of which I’m an editor.) I really wanted to meet her. And I did! And we even got to chat a couple of times. She was a cohost of the party, so we never got to talk long, as she needed to put out various fires, but she was lovely. Again – no balls to ask for a picture. I also got to meet Angella. One, I’m a reader, and two, I purchased a couple of photos from her for my bedroom. So I wanted to meet her too. She was absolutely lovely. It was wonderful meeting her, truly. She was kind, and so easy to talk to. I saw Oh The Joys, but again – no balls.
By the way… The hotel? So far I have nothing but good things to say about it. Talk about nice. Seriously. I’m feeling very fancy schmancy in my room.
Friday is conference day one. After breakfast and all that, during the first session, I’m babysitting for Marilyn so she can speak. After that, who knows. I haven’t competely decided on which sessions I’m going to. So, hopefully 1) I don’t make an ass out of myself, and 2) I actually get the balls to talk to someone.
I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for boarding.
Next to me is a man with a braid, and real birkenstocks. I had forgotten about those.
I recently saw a gentleman get off a plane who looked exactly like he came out of an 80’s hair band. Long hair, black clothes. He walked with a limp, and had the COOLEST silver tipped cane.
Tired travelers. Tired kids. Parents dragging.
I have to say though, this is the best, quickest time I’ve ever had. I was the only one in check in, baggage check, and security, so went right through. I love the Burbank Airport, I sincerely do. I wish I could always fly out of here.
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