Oh yes I am. Please see the bottom for the video. He begs for raw squash. I know right? Is he alien or canine?
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Trying to explain or summarize that whole blog conference is too much. It’s like staring at the sun. Your eyes get stained with tiny elusive little dots and you try to chase them down but they swim away.
It was a little overwhelming. At first. Of course. A room with 1400 people? Who feels totally at ease walking into that room for the first time? It’s like downing a handful of Pop Rocks with a Mt. Dew and then trying to make polite conversation. AHHH! My brain’s on fire! It burns!
But then my peeps got there. My left arm – Jen W – and my right arm – Ms. Picket. And then I could breathe. And then it was great. And fun. And silly. And informative. And easy.
I was in a room with 1400 people who “get” what I do. They understand blogging. They can comprehend the idea of becoming a very good friend to someone you only know through words.
When I was walking across the lobby and bumped into – literally bumped into – Baby on Bored I screamed Stephanie! And flashed my badge and hugged her. And she hugged back. She didn’t even sick her guard-friend Diana on me. Which you know was good but those chicks were small and I could take them.
It was the same with all of them. (I started to write a list right here of names but it was getting really long and you know there would be that one girl I would forget and she’d be all bitch! and I’d be all it was an honest mistake!)
Ahem.
Like I was saying, they were all like that. Squinty tag read. A flash of recognition. A shriek. A hug. Or high five. Or clink. All good.
I have fistfuls of cards. I have reams of memories. I want to post links to 50 100 blogs. I want to email and comment and Twitter. (Yes, I went to the darkside and started to Twitter. Tweet? The Twitter Kool-Aid was strong with those bloggers.)
But ugh! reality beacons. My kids still want Mac and Cheese and lemonade and baths. My dog still wants to be fed and walked. My contractor who’s building our garage still wants something. Although for the life of me I can’t figure out what it is.
So that’s that. No more Blogher talk because I can’t quite put it into words. And the people in my house are so needy.
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Now here’s my dog. Begging for raw yellowneck squash. Because it’s funny. But off topic. So Jessica Bern would tell me to cut it but I won’t! I won’t! Because I’m cagey and rebellious.
My dogs (all 4 of them) go nuts for baby carrots. Not normal sized carrots, though. And they'll chow down almost any other raw veggie – except lettuce. The 175lb Mastiff is AFRAID of lettuce. He'll hide his head and whimper if you show him a lettuce leaf.
At least my puppy likes something respectable like ice cream! (Of course, she tries to eat my salad too. But shhhh, that's a secret.)
My Siamese Pyewackit likes Collard greens…preferable cooked with a side of cornbread…fried…no really…he does…and boiled peanuts…alien, probably from the same planet as your little alien!
Sandi
All I can say is it's Mr. Monk day on the cable tv in my hotel room in Bangkok.
I think your dog would love it….
Cool! I got a mention! I am shallow that way. Even though I was referred to as basically 'her guard dog'. Yeah yeah yeah, a super cute guard dog. Thanks Lady. I like it.
You are now also on my one and only post as a pretend blogger. I blogged today and tried to write something other than "I love my toddler, isn't she cute? No? You think I am boring for writing about my kid again. Yeah? Bite me!"
Anywhooo, you're one of the ones I liked. Even though you think I forgot meeting you. (Well, I kinda did…I was in a haze of freakin' bloggers!) But you gave me a big giggle with your look-a-like story.
and adorable and fun…loved meeting you and hanging out a little. You have it exactly right, it was so hard to process it all.
I hope y'all aren't relying on a vegetarian to be your guard dog.
I tried showing my kids the video of your dog BEGGING for squash and was all, "LOOK! This cute dog loves vegetables and so should you!" and they were this close to running away from me, but then they saw the giant lolipop and they were all, "Hey…where can we get one of those?!" Needless to say, my vegetable quest continues.
If you ever form a chick gang, can I be in it?
Um, I am in love with your dog.
It was so nice to meet you at BlogHer. Thank you for leading me to your totally funny blog, too! I look forward to reading more.
Okay, now we're both tweeting and I'm going to start vlogging and then we are going to be so cool it will all get a bit reedonkulous! God, I'm so glad you mentioned our hug because I was wondering how I got that rash!!
You know I love you, but I just can't do the Twitter thing. At least not until I get a cooler phone.
At least your dog is good at catching the squash. My dog is an amazing ball catcher (heh) but toss a piece of food in his direction and it just bounces off his head.
Carolyn! I was so happy I bumped into you and Darcy at the cocktail reception! Thanks for spending so much of your evening yapping with me about your book and just generally being so awesome.
I saw those bachelor party dudes heading into the party as I was leaving, and I could not for the life of me imagine what they thought was going to happen there. And who the heck picked them up in the hotel bar or wherever and invited them? It was weird.
If you are at BlogHer next year I hope we meet up again!
Okay..so I am visiting the famous Carolyn-Online's blog. And it's awesome. And so is your dog. I already visited your right arm? Or left – I am forgetting which arm but anyway – I checked out Ms. Picket and we even somehow have a now famous MamaPop photograph together.
But I told her and I will tell you – I want to pimp your book. Or at least scream about it on MWOB and get people to buy it. I'm gonna read it. I hope. I'm so busy. Okay, I am rambling but it was awesome to meet you briefly and hope we can hang again … especially if we are learning about very important search engine/traffic/deep link mumbo jumbo.
Chat soon.
Lee
What kind of freaky-ass dog eats squash? You should get a lab. They eat steak and chicken and tin cans.
I'm totally doing our secret handshake right now…by myself. I'm pathetic like that.
You get a special mention in my post-BlogHer post today because I made a total fool of myself in front of you.
There's also a picture.
I feel you on this! Writing a recap post has been killing me…where do I start? Luckily the chicks I rode to Chicago with did it well…I posted pictures and linked to them (lazy and sad, I know). So you twitter now? You and I must tweet – @chatterboxcgc