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Well, too bad. You’re getting one anyway.
Time flies when you’re having fun. Time also flies when you’ve had an amazing time in New York City, and then come home to a house full of more “fun” (as in whiny kids who are secretly holding a grudge against you for leaving them for almost a week), followed by finding out you’ve been accepted to start training for an about.com job that could possibly throw you into freelance writing further than you’ve ever been thrown before.
(More about that one later, it’s awe-some!)
So yes, time has flown.
That’s not to say I have pushed aside the BlogHer10 trip as if it were some hot one-nighter. As a matter of fact it was so incredible and overwhelming, I haven’t even really been able to process it until now.
Within a teensy little cavern in my brain, there lives a list. I refer to this list as: Things I Would Marry If I Could. It’s an odd list, I think, but considering I’m not the most normal duck in the pond, I’d say that sounds about right.
Given the ability to do so, and assuming it’d okay to marry more than one object (plus a real person), these are 7 things I would marry: Read more on Marry Me, Arby’s Sauce….
… Yes, I know what I said.
“No annoying ads.”
As you may have noticed, we have a couple of new visitors to the site. It’s okay to stare, they’re used to it. Read more on But you said……
Mary plopped down beside us in the bar, a blue Santa hat on her head.
It was the beginning of August, but I didn’t ask questions. We were in New York at the BlogHer10 conference and I had seen far stranger things by that point in the trip.
Tracy asked how Mary was doing. She smiled and lifted a single orange high heel shoe from her bag, placing it on the table amidst our drinks.
“I lost my other stripper shoe,” she said, gesturing toward the heel.
Immediately, I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the sexy heel, and Tweeted: Read more on Lone Stripper Shoe-Napping: A Tale…
Me words no… work?
Head brain not function.
There have been few times in my life that I have ever been this tired and we still have more to do tonight. Whew! It’s exhausting. It’s ridiculous. It’s awesome.
You wouldn’t believe the swag that I’ve received here. They aren’t joking around. Read more on Vlog: Checking in from BlogHer10…
Before I dive headfirst into the first day of our trip, I have to get something off my chest:
Roberto?! Really… I mean, really?!
Chris was the perfect guy. He was the normal guy. He was the guy who was taking things at an appropriate speed and cautiously hinting at his feelings like, um, a normal dude would.
Don’t get me wrong, I think Roberto’s plenty nice on the eyes and seems sweet enough.
But Chris… Chris!
Dumb move, Allie. Dumb, dumb move.
My friend was so distraught over her choice, she chucked several M&Ms at the TV. You know a woman is pissed when she uses precious, crunchy chocolate as a projectile. Read more on #BlogHer10: Day One in New York!…
My brain is too full and overwhelmed to think up some awesomely creative and quirky way to start this blog, so I’m going with this sentence and callin’ it good.
Tuesday morning, at the buttcrack of dawn, I leave for New York City.
I have so much to prepare before hand, hence the full-brain issue. Read more on Swag = Awesome…
Lindsay Maddox… Laughing my way through motherhood.
(And taking submission guidelines literally.)
Remember when MySpace wasn’t ghetto? That’s when my blogging career began. It started innocently: I wanted to lose weight and thought blogging would keep me accountable. I threw in some stories of my firstborn.
People commented.
This might be frightening… I now have blogging capabilities from my phone.
Note: From today on, random blog-worthy knowledge may be posted at any time. (Maybe even from the pot. You won’t know! Muahahahahaaa!)
Who has two thumbs and just won a trip to New York?
*this mama!*
I. Won. I Woniwoniwoniwon. I have said that about 182,345 times since finding out Friday morning, and I’m still not sure it has sunk in.
You have friends who do it.
In fact, you’ve probably done it.
Heck, even as I write this blog, I realize I did it just a month ago.
Vaguebooking, as defined by Urban Dictionary is:
If you hate adorable, useful, awesomely cool stuff, I would recommend not reading the following post.
No. Seriously.
If you despise the ultra chic, and crazy cute, you shouldn’t go any further than right… here.
Wow, you guys. WOW.
My post last week about my first experience talking to a life coach was incredibly long. It didn’t have any pictures to break it up and the post didn’t include many funny and slightly inappropriate quips. After I posted it, I thought to myself, “There is no way anyone is going to make it through this. This is going to bomb.”
I posted here about the topic for next week’s vlog being your entertaining labor and delivery stories. Although the emails have been flooding in (and by flooding in, I mean, um. One. No, wait, that was me emailing myself. So, none) I’m wondering if we should just start this whole vlog thing off with a bang and talk about the ever-so-embarrassingly hilarious sexual stuff.
…So I’ll do this vlog thing.
Can we think up a better word than “vlog” though, seriously?
Vs and Ls shouldn’t live next to each other without a vowel to separate them. It’s just not right. Unnatural, even.
