Blogher #2

In bed at 2- up at 7:30. Managed to ward off an impending panic attack with the help of pharmaceuticals...not sure if it was an attack or just exhaustion. All was well.

Watching, watching interactions, laughing, people, women, talking, gleaning. Should I protect my children's privacy? Is it okay to blog about racial issues, being a white woman? Is mommy blogging radical? These questions and more discussed today.

These women spoke tonight for the keynote speech. Individual women selected and then chose a past post to read aloud. Funny, touching, powerful words.

A few read deeply courageous writings of hurts, depression, body image, suicide attempts- not that the others were not courageous, but these few that I am referring too made me pause and hold my breath. So amazing.

Tonight party at Ruby Skyes- old theatre, beautiful in the inside. Loud, pulsating music, good food, free drinks. More chatting (yelling). So many women, a handful of men.

I crave the quiet, the dark.



Until tomorrow.

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Blogher #1

B.A.R.T.

Rubios for a quick taco and a beer quivering a bit calm the nerves , please...

Luggage spilling-only three bags -just not used to the hustle and bustle. The City. Writing helps - all the concentration shifts to the thumbs, thumbing the ipod touch.

In walks, dark longish hair, nicely dressed, wheeling a pink suitcase- looks out of place- we exchange a smile. She sits, eats her salad, Fiesta salad, red glasses, green tunic- emerald green, brown pants, black shoes, purse atop your bag. Fellow Blogher? I think, maybe.. Will see if I see you later..

9:15 PM I think I saw you in the lobby, passed right by . That was her, but was it?

10:45 PM In the hall, around the corner from the noise. The din of the collection of writers.
In the hall is right where I want to be.

A baby a woman fellow blogher, taking the babe for a walk Mommy Needs Coffee giving birthmom -Mothergoosemouse- I think, or maybe Her Bad Mother- a break. To hold that baby Ohh, I want to hold that baby- can't get away from them.

Anti- social maybe, but good very good place to be.

Like being a fly on the wall hidden a bit behind and between some columns.



To Be Continued

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Sharing

I think it's a result of being the youngest of five children.

I rarely had anything that was mine. Many of my clothes were hand-me-downs. Toys were shared. I can clearly picture myself at the dinner table, arms wrapped around my plate protecting my food. My oldest brother wouldn't so much steal my food, as just screw around with it. My seat in the station wagon was often in between the oldest two boys in order to diminish their fighting- instead they fought over and around me.

Having my own space was rare. Although, as a sophomore in high school I became an only child and that was very strange to have my own space, but that is another story.

I discovered blogs and started my own around two years ago. Blogs and blogging became my thing. The computer became my amigo.

It turns out that Leo also enjoys the computer, and every chance he can get he will ask to use mine. He creates these fabulous spoofs, using Garage Band, editing, adding, generating these amazing pieces of art- amongst other things. Problem is, I don't want to share.

I want this computer to be MY computer. I want to play at my leisure, leave a million tabs open and flood my desktop if I want ,and not have anyone disturb it. Kind of like when I lived by myself in college and used the same utensils, plates, and pots over and over again, using them, cleaning them, and returning them to the dish drainer. No one ever came in and made a mess of the kitchen, turned on the radio, or left their crap all over the couch. The house and it's contents were mine all mine- for a short time anyway. (Inevitably my roommates would return from their summer break and invade my space).

I want to whimper when he asks to use it and sometimes I do. It has gotten so bad that even if I am not planning on using the computer in the near future, I still want to say no- just so it's there, if I change my mind.

I'm at the point where I am ready to by a new computer (the current one is very outdated) for the household, so he can fool around on that, leaving mine alone. Selfish, but true.


Tomorrow- Blogher! And, hey, I get to meet my roommate in real life!

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Checks and Balance

Blogher, holy crap, is a few days away.



New wardrobe? Check.

Manicure? Check.

Pedicure? Check.

Hair cut? Check.

New Shoes? Check.





Reality? Yeah, remove all the above checks!

I still have nail polish on my big toes left there from Pamper Mom day in kindergarten two months ago. Please... Jeans, t-shirts, Birks, Keens, my fleece jacket (It's cold in The City in July). Packed, or at least they will be.


I found this on one of the blogs Käri reads. She used to tease me for my hobby, now she has her own computer and her own lengthy list she reads daily, hmph.

"Many stereotypes abound. Most of the time we do not know what others are experiencing deep inside themselves. We see them and their situations and often make unfair assumptions. Sometimes we can control or at least manage our challenges, other times, as much as we would like to, we cannot. I would hope that we would be more sensitive and understanding of one another, of those who are overweight or dealing with other challenges, whether they happen to be "controllable" or not, and whether those trials are visible or not so apparent" -Pamela H. Hansen (Running with Angels)

I love it. Makes me want to get the book. I assume it's a book, haven't even looked it up. Guess I'll do that before I get in bed.

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The Original Thong

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