I've taken to reminding my husband daily that I'm leaving town (alone!) on Friday (which means he will have to quit work early that day to retrieve Megan from gymnastics camp -- I'm terrified he'll forget and leave her stranded).
I'm getting really excited about this event. I've already used it as an excuse to fix my scary nails and have a pedicure -- and am returning to Not Exactly Supercuts on Wed. for another expensive haircut/color. I may even buy a new outfit -- something a hip middle aged professional person would wear to a Saturday conference. (Yeah - hip and middle aged - the ultimate contradiction in terms. Maybe I'll just be a stereotypical mommy blogger and wear my usual flip flops and jeans.)
You're surprised that I care about my appearance (when I usually can't be bothered). After all, I'm going to a conference whose attendees will primarily be women. But that's the thing -- I wouldn't go to this much trouble for a bunch of men, as they don't notice or judge you by how much your roots show. Women, on the other hand, can be brutal. Even like-minded ones who have enough geek in them to maintain a blog.
(Come to think of it -- I need to get some kind of cleaning kit for this laptop - it won't do to meet Ms. Grace D and have her see this dusty notebook!)
And I've been visiting the weblogs of the people who are participating in this thing, most of whom are pretty awesome. And very few cover the mommy arena that I focus on (although several of them are moms and dads). They are universal -- politics, technology, academia, humor, life... you name it. Check out the BlogHer Blogroll at the side of this blog. Over the weekend, when it was too hot to do much of anything, I visited as many as I could - got as far as the M's and hope to finish the list before Friday. Like Wayne and Garth meeting Madonna, I feel "I'm not worthy." As long as I'm going to Not Exactly Supercuts, I'll get my entire face waxed, too.
Because I wanna be worthy. Or at least, I want to make everyone think I am. Which means that even if I do find myself face-to-face with the legendary Dooce -- I will be hard put to get her autograph, as Jen has requested. I would be fighting 46 years of living in Los Angeles, where everyone knows that if you run into someone famous you act like you DON'T CARE. (And don't think because she lives in Utah she won't be like every other celebrity on the planet. She won't be amused by some dorky almost-50 housewife poking a piece of paper and pen in her face. Then again, it might make for a funny post - and we all know I'll do anything for a good post.)
Anyway, in the spirit of what organizer Lisa Stone dubs "Do-Ocracy," the moderators of the MommyBlogging session are taking suggestions for topics. Go visit Jenny, Meghan & Jenn and put your two cents in. Then come back here on Saturday, because I'm going to be blogging this session live!
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