I love this picture - it was taken during an evening excursion on the Navy Pier and sampling of some mighty fine fried dough during the BlogHer Conference in Chicago, last summer - and this is, like, the third time I've taken the liberty of showing the Internets....Dana grabbing my ass!
We were being careful - because, you know that this sort of act can get you arrested in some states - and were vigilant about keeping our clothes on for pretty much the entire time.
Even, when we slept together!
What IS your problem?
No, not you - I'm talking about me - okay, maybe you...way in the back...who is just DYING to hear about the latest poop and controversy. Though it sounds like a great title for a blog (yes, you may have it) you won't find any outrageous behavior from me.
Unless, someone grabs my ass and there happens to be a BlogHer (or, Him) holding a camera, nearby.
So, why am I going to BlogHer 2008?
Well...last year...the answer to that question was pretty simple - to meet other bloggers:
"They've allowed me to escape into a private little world - though, quite undeservedly named and rather unpleasant to the ear - blogging has simply become a refuge from, you know, the average, every day, same old-same old."
This time, it's a lot more than that.
I've been blogging for nearly 5 years, now and been very fortunate (okay, DAMNED LUCKY) to have been offered opportunities that I know, FOR DAMNED SURE, would never have crossed my radar, in real life.
You see, they've created a monster.
I've got goals - real, down to earth and honest things I want to do with my blog - and I'm paying BlogHer good money to give me the stuff I need (oh, like information and inspiration) to help me REACH those goals!
So, in essence, I guess you can say that the conference organizers have quite a big job ahead of them and are totally, you know, working for me now!
Yes, it's damned expensive and NO we certainly can't afford it - between gas, food and fabric softener, the credit card companies are totally loving that my family is, you know, financing their vacations - but, I decided to look at it as a very sound investment.
So, you guys better do a good job. Because, I just told my 4 kids that they can't come...for the ten-thousandth time...and now the 2 youngest have totally strapped themselves around my ankles.
What's a mother to do?
I had to tell them that, you know, kids aren't allowed.
[cracks knuckles and blows bangs out of eyes]
Don't make me tell on you!
Aaaaand, while I'm busy puking on the plane (San Francisco is a loooooong way from New Jersey) I've got some pretty good reading lined up for yous.
Speaking of boobs and ass: New Jersey Moms Blog - Are we turning our backs on naturists?
Oh and some free stuff: This Full House Giveaway #12 - Family Picnic Package
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