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  • Don’t Have a Zombie Name for BlogHer?
    Go Ahead and Get One (I’ll Wait!)

     

    One of the things I'm looking forward to the most about attending the BlogHer Conference, next week (besides, enjoying the company of online friends and meeting up with co-writers, some for the very first time, not to mention, the whole, yah, San Diego is GORGEOUS thing, of course!) is attending the Old School Blogging session.

    Not only are 2 of my most favorite people in the whole wide web, Jenn and BusyMom, speaking (Melisa and I have reserved the front row, just so you know) seeing as I will also be celebrating my 8th Blogiversary, in September, I feel as if we are INDEED kindred spirits.

    (AM SO!)

    I am also honored to be able to call them out as very dear friends, IRL, too (yes, they know about it!)

    Why?  Is that weird?  It's not meant to be, really. 

    We've shared the ups, downs and somewhere in-betweens of blogging, while under the influence of children, for 8 years, now (not an easy feat, by the by) and each of us has, quite literally, watched our kids grow up, online.

    Because, contrary to all the reports about blogging being passé, or very nearly dead (at best) there are some things that don't translate well on Facebook, or Twitter.

    So, at the risk of sounding all mushy (I know, E., too late!) I thought it would be fun to wear my new Zombie Name Tag proudly at BlogHer, this year:

    Zombie Name Generator

    Seeing as I'll be very surely, nearly dead, by this time, next week, anyway, preparing for a 6 hour plane ride and all (Dramamine is my co-pilot!)

    Either way, if you are a blogging newbie, or a first-timer to this particular conference circuit, as a 5 time attendee, my best advice (unsolicited as it may be) can be summed up in 3 simple bullets: 

    • Do NOT sweat it, my friend (we are ALL as nervous, as you are, I promise)
    • Blogging is most assuredly alive and STILL kicking creative ass (see blogroll above)
    • There is plenty of room for everyone (even dorks, like me)

    Just don't make me have to bite you, okay?

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  • High Tides and Green Skies, Jersey Forever?

    The Overlook

    Mount Mitchill Scenic Overlook County Park, Atlantic Highlands, NJ

    Actually, it was grayish, rainy and a bit chilly, yesterday.. PERFECT weather for some late summertime fun…here, in Jersey, anyway.

    A lot of folks seem to like visiting New Jersey (on purpose) especially, our neck of the Jersey shore and I'm okay with that (mostly) I mean, if it weren't for the Bennies (i.e. people who visit here, only in the summertime) we'd probably have to pay A LOT MORE money to get on our beaches and MTV would NOT currently hold the #1 google rank it does, you know, today…DAMNIT!

    Why so sensitive? 

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  • Who’s Been Sitting in My Chair and Why is My Kid Calling it Mom?

    Mommy's Little Doppelganger

    My husband, Garth (not his real name) met me at the train station on Sunday and, after taking a quick look at my swollen legs, scaly arms, blistering hands and blotchy neck (you're welcome!) believing that my recent poison ivy infection had somehow morphed into leprosy (ditto) he drove me straight to the doctor's office.

    "I can't breath."

    Apparently, I still hadn't gotten over an unexpected trip to a NYC hospital and BusyMom wasn't around.

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  • Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Attend BlogHer: SaveHer ’10

    BlogHer 10 Time Square

    I mean, really, wrangling 2,000+ registered attendees (not to mention, the 11-ty billion others already living in/visiting NYC) something's bound to go wrong (coming from someone, whose attempts at throwing a dinner party, for 6, the last 16 years, has failed, miserably, more often than not) and, well, someone's destined to get their feelings hurt (see previous parenthesis) or, break something (ditto) right?

    No worries, SaveHer '10 is here (i.e. alternate title: Riding in an Ambulance with BusyMom!)

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  • Reason #91,034,199 Why I WILL NOT Be Pregnant at #BlogHer10!

    I dropped the kids off at my folks' place today and it's, like, back-to-school quiet around here.  Good thing, too, seeing as I'm not even packed, yet.

    "We're hungry!"

    Last week?  Sucked donkey balls (that one's for my friend, Surprised Mom) and, well, good thing I am the master of spontaneous parenting.

    [looks in fridge]

    "BREAKFAST…it's what's for dinner!"

    So, tonight, I'm sitting here, at the kitchen table…ALL…BY…MYSELF…and listening to absolutely nothing…except, for the sounds of my husband Garth (not his real name) making dinner.

    "Stir fry sound good, for you?"

    Sure, I'm a little hesitant about leaving the kids (with my parents, I mean) still, they are getting older and basically take care of themselves (my kids, I mean) especially, if there's cable and a microwave nearby (oh, I kid, sort of) and my oldest girls are really GREAT at holding down the fort, in an emergency.

    "Do you mind if I head over to Kohls?"

    This week, I spent 90 minutes at Dress Barn on Monday and all I got was a stinkin' scarf (cute, but it still sorta stinks that I couldn't find anything else) to show for it.

    "Okay, but I have to tell you something."

    Which is really code for, "This way, I don't have to look at you," in teen text.

    "But, I don't want to tell you over the phone."

    Aw, crap.

    Long story, short (you're welcome) here's the gyst of what happened…in bullet points:

    • Hope (she's 9) has been asking me, every other day, to tell her about where babies came from
    • At that very moment, on each of those days, I've had exactly 5 minutes, to spare
    • Hope got tired of waiting
    • Hope asked her brother, Glen (he's 11) where babies came from
    • Aaaaand, he told her.

    Because, I already had "the talk" with Glen — thanks a lot, Garth (not your real name!) — and, well, the boy was doing me a favor.

    The girls punished him, anyway.

    "What he say?"

    Bulleted version:

    • The husband lays on top of the wife
    • He shoots this fish-like thing inside her
    • It buries itself into one of the wife's eggs
    • The egg grows inside the wife and turns into a baby

    Aaaaand, he was right…mostly.

    "Put him on the phone."

    So, I un-punished Glen, scolded Holly and Heather (seriously, who's the mommy?) and promised to have "the talk" with Hope…aaaaaafter, I get back.

    Morale of the Story: Kohls RAWKS, cell phones are NOT the devil and my husband's stir fry tastes even better…cold…pregnant…or, SO NOT!!!

    In the meantime, look for me at BlogHer — I'll be the tall, dork-ish one texting her kids — trying to convince my youngest two that Headless Mom, you know, really does have a head and my oldest two that her blog name has absolutely NOTHING to do with sex!

    I think.

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