Due to the fact that all I can think about is Blogher, how can anyone expect me to write a post that has anything to do about anything OTHER THAN…BLOGHER BAY-BEE!
In light of the fact that I’m hitting the road tomorrow morning with my friend and fellow blogger/tweeter @TheAppleOfMyEye, Courtney…
And because no one asked me for a Getting To Know You type interview…
I’m taking matters into my own hands.
And whether you want to or not…read it anyways…
Getting To Know Me…By Me…
I don’t bother washing my face that well before bed. So, I wake up with my make up smeared everywhere. It’s how I’ve always been. I’m not changing it for the weekend. Sorry if I scare anyone. Don’t worry though, I won’t leave the room until I’ve reapplied my face and had my complimentary coffee.
I don’t function well in the morning. Period. It takes more than one cup of coffee for me to be coherent.
To my roomie…lean in close. I’m going to whisper this. It’s embarrassing. I fart in my sleep. But the good new is, I don’t snore.
I’m not going to Blogher with intentions of being completely wasted the whole time. I want to have fun, not spend my time vomiting and hungover.
But…when I DO get drunk. And I’m sure that may happen, once or twice over the weekend…I have a hard time walking. So I have a tendency to shed my shoes. Please…watch out for my beautifully manicured piggies. Thank you.
I swear. Like a fucking truck driver.
I play with my hair.
When I’m nervous, I have this habit of thinking I have a booger in my nose. So I kind of wipe it a little. Just to make sure.
I get paranoid that I have things in my teeth too. Especially when I’m nervous.
And…I say stupid things. That happens to be often. And not just when I’m nervous. I take after my dad. I think I’m funny and I leave people just staring at me wondering what the fuck I’m talking about. It happens.
I’ve mentioned this before. But I blush. A LOT!
I have a TON of favorite words. Like copious, plethora, piteously, hilarious. Just to name a few. Most of my favorite words are…well…of the four letter variety.
I’m not packed yet.
I’m starting to wonder if, perhaps, I should bring something dressy.
I have a TON of shoes.
I’m going to be embarrassed to poop while I’m there. On the first trip I took with my husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, I would wait for him to leave the room so I could poop.
I’m not blond anymore. I’m light brown. It happened yesterday. And I like it.
And I’m looking so forward to meeting all of you. Those I “know” and those I haven’t “met” yet!!
Lastly, I’ve said this before. A long time ago. When I first realized all the drama that goes on with the Mommy Blogger Community…
Get over yourselves! This is a huge community. Lots of room for everyone. Get along or don’t play. It’s that simple. Those who are playing dirty are ruining it for the rest of us. Girls, play nice. We really and truly can all get along!