Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

BlogHer Prep

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OK…  The preparations are underway.  I’ve mentioned a haircut, and mani pedi.  I bought a dress just in case I want to dress up for a party.  I’ve got business cards.  I’ve exchanged numbers with someone I might babysit for so she can actually speak in her panel (YAY Squoosh baby!)

I still have to decide which panels I’ll actually be attending.

And finally…  If you want to meet up, meet me, etc…  Please email me at sparksfley at gmail dot com so we can exchange cells.

The Block

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I have writer’s block.

There.  I said it.

Nothing dramatic.  I just can’t think of a thing to say.  Prep is underway for BlogHer.  There will be a haircut involved, and a manicure and pedicure – since I can’t seem to do those things without an excuse.  Children are being raised, parents coddled, marriages stroked.  And just…  Life.

Nothing to write home about.  Heh.  And I’m drained.  Procrastinating on things that should be taken care of – I just pretend aren’t there.  Perhaps an unintentional summer break?  I don’t know.  All I know is, I’m quiet right now.

BlogHer Disclaimer

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So I’m going to BlogHer ’08 (woot and yay!) in two – TWO – weeks.

I have never met a blogger in person before. I’m especially nervous about this. I’m anxious about the social thing. (what if no one likes me waaaaah) So, figured the best way to attack this was to list my flaws so you won’t be shocked or surprised. heh. You probably wouldn’t have been anyway.  But this is my way of attacking my anxiety head on.  Here I am, take me or leave me, with all my flaws.

  • If I’m drinking, I talk.  If I’m nervous, I talk.  Drinking and nervous?  Oh dear.  Also – when I’m nervous I start talking louder and louder.  The problem is – I was (literally) dropped on my head too many times as a child and it effected my hearing.  I actually cannot hear myself talk.  So, while I may be talking louder, I still can’t hear a difference in my head.
  • If I’m passionate or excited about something, I start repeating myself.
  • I’m chubby.
  • I smoke.  Please don’t lecture me, unless you too fought an addiction to meth.  I will only smoke in appointed smoking areas, and I won’t blow smoke in your face.
  • I’m missing two teeth.  This is very very upsetting to me and makes me very self-conscious.  But here’s the story: I did take care of my teeth.  However, genes suck, and I was born without 8 permanent teeth.  So, that means that the permanent teeth weren’t there to push out the baby teeth.  So, the baby teeth just stuck around, until they just couldn’t hold on any more.  My bottom front teeth have been fixed, and I still have two babies that are hangin’ on for dear life in the bottom on both sides.  But on the top, one on each side, couldn’t hold on anymore.  It will take several thousand dollars to fix, and I don’t have that kind of cash, so, they are missing.  Yes, I brush and floss.  I’ve had one cavity in my life.  Just bad genes.  So – I may not smile big, and if I do, it’s because I forgot about my mouth for a minute.
  • I snore.  But you won’t have to worry about that since I’m alone – NO KIDS OR HUSBAND – in my room.  I may hide in my room because of the beautiful beautiful silence, but I digress.
  • I talk with my hands.  I’ll try not to smack you.
  • I’m a notorious clutz.  I’ll try not to drop my drink on you.

That’s me.  In all my glory.  I can’t wait to meet you there.

Toes are Useless

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I know I said I had a BlogHer disclaimer coming…  Instead I’m going to tell you about my morning.

‘Cause where else am I going to complain?

We’ve been having issues the last week with our water heater.  As in it deciding not to heat water whenever it wants to.  It’s a game now!  Ohhhh Hot Water!  Nope never mind.  Add showers, baths, dishes, and laundry – and the points that the heater is making in this game is just nuts!  So – Poe informed me this morning that there was no hot water, so I would need to shower at my parents house.

Ugh.

I love them, but somewhere along the line they turned into older folks, and they have lots of stuff.  Everywhere.  In the shower, out of the shower, on every surface.  Anyway – I’m in the shower shampooing my hair, soapy and all that, and I bumped into something and it flew off the wall and onto the 4th toe of my left foot.  My parents were still sleeping and so I did a very soapy silent scream.

And that’s how I came to have a very bruised swollen bloody toe, and $450 poorer for a freakin’ water heater today.

New Game in Town

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While I went off the deep end a tad bit, my attitude is improved. Nothing’s changed, mind you, but my attitude has improved.

I’ve decided to turn my social anxiety in a post just for you. Look for my BlogHer 2008 disclaimer, coming soon, and find out about all my foibles and idiosyncrasies ahead of time.

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