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  <entry>
    <title>I Love You BlogHer, Oh Yes I Doooooooo</title>
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    <published>2009-07-21T22:57:44-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T22:59:51-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="BlogHer 2009" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2009" />
    <category term="Jane Goodwin" />
    <category term="Mamacita" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I’m going to <a href="/blogher_conference/conf/9/general/1" target="_blank">BlogHer</a><br />
this weekend and honestly, I really can’t be arsed to think about<br />
anything else!  (Sorry, students.  Good luck on your final, etc. etc.)</p>
<p>This will be my third BlogHer, and I feel as excited about it and possessive of it as if I actually had something to do with it!</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I’m going to <a href="/blogher_conference/conf/9/general/1" target="_blank">BlogHer</a><br />
this weekend and honestly, I really can’t be arsed to think about<br />
anything else!  (Sorry, students.  Good luck on your final, etc. etc.)</p>
<p>This will be my third BlogHer, and I feel as excited about it and possessive of it as if I actually had something to do with it!</p>
<p>I know I’ll be meeting a lot of new people and I’ll adore them.  I<br />
know I’ll be seeing a lot of people I already know, and I already adore<br />
them.  I suppose that in a group this ginormous, composed mostly - yes,<br />
men go to BlogHer!  (Hi, Karl) - of women, there are bound to be a few <span> bitches </span><br />
unfriendly ones, but I haven’t encountered any of THOSE yet. So far,<br />
everybody connected with or going to BlogHer has been fantastic, and<br />
I’m not exaggerating in the least.</p>
<p>Some women are wasting a lot of time <span> <strike>obsessing </strike></span><strike><br />
</strike>worrying about what to wear to BlogHer. They’re worrying about shoes,<br />
and hair, and they’re running around spending a lot of money buying new<br />
clothes. Do they really think we’re a bunch of judgmental Runway people<br />
at BlogHer? Oh, sure, there are a lot of young things with fashion on<br />
their minds, but really, BlogHer is for women who blog, and women who<br />
blog come in a LOT of different shapes, sizes, personalities, and<br />
inclinations. They’re ALL equally cool, so plan to venture out from the<br />
herd and meet all kinds of people! Wear comfy shoes and your jeans. <br />
And a shirt, duh.  Bring a sweater; those conference venues are always<br />
cold.</p>
<p>Me, personally. . . my inclination is to go to BlogHer and have fun,<br />
learn things, hug a lot of people, participate in everything, see<br />
people I don’t see anywhere else, run around the sessions with a<br />
microphone and look important, laugh a lot, let my hair down, and <span><br />
<strike>get drunk, say dreadful things that will frighten and enlighten the<br />
masses, and be the ME that stays hidden all the rest of the year </strike></span> take a lot of pictures.  A LOT of pictures!!!!!!</p>
<p>Is “hilariate” a word?  No?  Well, it is now.  I want to hilariate people at BlogHer.</p>
<p>Hilariate:  to make people smile.  Laugh, even.  To be funny enough to be remembered afterwards, and not in a condescending way.</p>
<p>Yes, that’s it.  I want to hilariate people at BlogHer.</p>
<p>Seriously, though, BlogHers: find me. Let’s trade cards. I’m nice,<br />
really I am, in spite of my inability to suffer fools gladly. There<br />
won’t be any fools at BlogHer. Just blogging women, and blogging women<br />
are a force to be taken seriously.</p>
<p>See y’all in a couple of days. It’ll be better than Christmas,<br />
really it will. Santa never brought you the ginormous stack of swag<br />
you’ll be getting, and your holiday reunion never had so many awesomely<br />
great people attending.</p>
<p>You’ll find out. Sunday night, you’ll all be telling the world you<br />
never had such a grand time in your entire life. Yes, counting THOSE<br />
times.</p>
<p>P.S.  I’m taking the train.  The plane was three hundred bucks and<br />
Amtrak was 24 dollars.  I was never a pro coupon shopper or anything,<br />
but I think that’s a bit of a difference.</p>
<p>(Cross-posted on Scheiss Weekly) </p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>A Little BlogHer Haiku, and How About You?</title>
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    <published>2009-07-15T14:03:25-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-07-15T14:03:25-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Arts" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2009" />
    <category term="BlogHer stress" />
    <category term="BlogHer topics" />
    <category term="haiku" />
    <category term="Jane Goodwin" />
    <category term="Humor" />
    <category term="Sex" />
    <category term="Writing" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I can't stop thinking about BlogHer!  Also, I'm bored; my students are taking their summer session midterm exam.</p>
<p>I like to write poetry when my students are busy.  Haiku requires me to shrink my thoughts down into a mathematical pattern that often leaves me with something profound.  Or not.  At any rate, here are a few from today's testing session, and if you comment, please share a Haiku or three of your own.  BlogHer rocks in every possible element!</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I can't stop thinking about BlogHer!  Also, I'm bored; my students are taking their summer session midterm exam.</p>
<p>I like to write poetry when my students are busy.  Haiku requires me to shrink my thoughts down into a mathematical pattern that often leaves me with something profound.  Or not.  At any rate, here are a few from today's testing session, and if you comment, please share a Haiku or three of your own.  BlogHer rocks in every possible element!</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Oh BlogHer, BlogHer,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>You’re so much more than merely</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Shoes, purses, and hair!</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span>Chicago.<span>  </span>BlogHer.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Old friends, new friends, fun, and swag!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Adrenaline rush.</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>BlogHer in old clothes?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Why not?<span>  </span>Real friends don’t judge you.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>They want to see YOU!</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>BlogHer, my BlogHer. . . .</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>More fun than sex, as someone</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span><span>   </span>Mentioned last year, yo. . . .</span></span></span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>BlogHer!<span>  </span>All-nighter!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>We’re never too old for a</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span><span>   </span>Great slumber party!</span></span></span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Serious issues.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Survival, kids, business, love,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Bring them here, and share.</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>The universe bows</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Before the awesome power</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Of blogging women.</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Share your pain with us.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Open your soul at BlogHer.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>We want to help you.</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Trust, and live, and love. . . </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Open your heart at BlogHer.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>We understand you.</span></p>
<p><span> </span><br />
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Speak out, share, and learn.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Open your mind at BlogHer.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>We all want to know!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Oldies But Goodies</title>
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    <published>2009-07-02T19:35:54-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T19:35:54-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="BlogHer Conferences" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2009" />
    <category term="Aging" />
    <category term="Fashion" />
    <category term="Humor" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Just to make sure everybody knows:  You don't have to be young to go to BlogHer!  (by &quot;young&quot; I mean like, um, under 45 or so.)</p>
<p>There will be lots of people who are, um, over a certain age at BlogHer, and <strike>they </strike>we know how to have fun, too!  Remember, we taught these young things almost everything they know, and that includes having fun.  It SHOULD include having fun, anyway.</p>
<p>Parents:  be sure you teach your kids how to have fun!!!!!  </p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Just to make sure everybody knows:  You don't have to be young to go to BlogHer!  (by &quot;young&quot; I mean like, um, under 45 or so.)</p>
<p>There will be lots of people who are, um, over a certain age at BlogHer, and <strike>they </strike>we know how to have fun, too!  Remember, we taught these young things almost everything they know, and that includes having fun.  It SHOULD include having fun, anyway.</p>
<p>Parents:  be sure you teach your kids how to have fun!!!!!  </p>
<p>You don't have to be slender or stylish, either.  BlogHer is for all of us, all women, all shapes, all sizes, all ages, all backgrounds, all EVERYTHING.  Don't run out and buy new clothes.  Wear your old ones, and spend your money on a BlogHer shirt and some cool stuff from the vendor rows.</p>
<p>I can not even imagine any woman who can't find something to love at BlogHer.</p>
<p>As for me, I love it ALL.  I'm old enough to be the mother of most of you, and I love BlogHer more than Christmas Day.</p>
<p>So come, and relax, and don't be self-conscious about anything!  BlogHer is not full of strangers, looking at you through a microscope and jotting down your shortcomings.  BlogHer is full of potential friends, and colleagues, and women who came to meet each other, which includes YOU, and LIKE them, not judge them.</p>
<p>BlogHer is all about women who love to blog.  So step out from behind the curtain and talk to someone.  Chances are she's as shy as you, and would welcome a chance to meet someone nice.</p>
<p>You know, like YOU.</p>
<p>Come and talk to me at BlogHer.  I'll be the very large, very insecure, very dowdy, very old woman holding the microphone.  But you know what?  This year, I REFUSE to be self-conscious. </p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>The Season of Anticipation of the Season</title>
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    <published>2008-12-06T23:49:36-06:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T23:49:36-06:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Life" />
    <category term="christmas" />
    <category term="holiday" />
    <category term="holiday greeting" />
    <category term="Holiday Survival Guide &#039;08" />
    <category term="Holiday Traditions" />
    <category term="Jane Goodwin" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Mamacita says:  We have entered that time of the year that is my very favorite:  <strong>the season of anticipation of the season. </strong></p>
<p>Planning and preparing for the holidays is what I look forward to<br />
all the rest of the year!  I did most of my Christmas shopping in<br />
April!  My Christmas music has been in the cd player since the day after Halloween!  I'm pathetic. <br />
This time of year makes me happy.  Just looking at the calendar makes<br />
me happy.  I am not made glad by just ANY calendar page, mind you; only</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Mamacita says:  We have entered that time of the year that is my very favorite:  <strong>the season of anticipation of the season. </strong></p>
<p>Planning and preparing for the holidays is what I look forward to<br />
all the rest of the year!  I did most of my Christmas shopping in<br />
April!  My Christmas music has been in the cd player since the day after Halloween!  I'm pathetic. <br />
This time of year makes me happy.  Just looking at the calendar makes<br />
me happy.  I am not made glad by just ANY calendar page, mind you; only<br />
the ones approaching the year's crown: December.  I love eveerything<br />
about Christmas, from the family reunions to the making of lists to the<br />
checking them twice to the cooking and baking to the actual Reason for<br />
the Season.  I love it all.</p>
<p>I love it when people wish me well in whatever way their particular<br />
beliefs phrase it.  When people wish me well, who am I to get all huffy<br />
and indignant and insulted, just because someone wished me well in the<br />
language of another culture?  I'm HONORED!  I thank people when they<br />
wish me well.  What difference does it make how it was phrased? Why in the WORLD would I get all out of joint because someone wished me well?  Quite<br />
honestly?  People who are insulted and angered when somebody smiles and<br />
wishes them well, just because it was done in an unfamiliar way, well,<br />
I consider such people to be nasty prissy joy-bashers who really,<br />
really need to get a life and pay attention to the world. It ain't all<br />
about YOU, ya know.  </p>
<p>Please!  Wish me a Happy Kwanzaa, or a Happy Hannukah, or Season's<br />
Greetings, or Merry Christmas, or Happy Christmas, or Joyous Santa<br />
Lucia Day, or Happy Winter Solstice, or Merry Las Posadas, or Happy<br />
Holidays, or Blessed Christmas, or Happy Winter Thick Fur-Growing<br />
Squirrel Preparations.  I love it.  Thank you!  Thank you, for<br />
including me, with your greeting, Thank you for wishing me well.  Thank you for including me in your own joy.  Thank you for including me in your plans for celebration and<br />
happiness!  I haven't got a clue what some of your greetings might<br />
mean, and I quite possibly phrase and do things quite differently from you, but since when was THAT important?  I just think it's nice that<br />
you shared.</p>
<p>(Parts of this essay were previously posted on <a href="http://janegoodwin.net" target="_blank">Scheiss Weekly</a>) </p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Help Me, Reese&#039;s-Cup-Kenobi; You&#039;re My Only Hope</title>
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    <published>2008-10-16T20:26:12-05:00</published>
    <updated>2008-10-29T20:04:26-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Body Image" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2008" />
    <category term="body issues" />
    <category term="diabetes" />
    <category term="Finding fitness motivation" />
    <category term="Halloween candy" />
    <category term="Holiday Food" />
    <category term="Jane Goodwin" />
    <category term="Mamacita" />
    <category term="obsesesions" />
    <category term="Reese&#039;s Cup" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <category term="sweets" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm not really a candy-loving person, you know.  I got fat on pizza and cheeseburgers, not Snickers.  I can go for months without giving a Milky Way so much as a second glance.  Most of the time, I don't even push my cart down the candy aisle.  Besides, I have body issues so severe they've long ago passed the insanity line, and whenever I look at a package of M&amp;M's, all I can see is a mental image of me with little lumps of candy all over me, just under my skin, with the orange, red, yellow, and blue colors just faintly showing through, the whole &quot;thing&quot;  looking for all</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm not really a candy-loving person, you know.  I got fat on pizza and cheeseburgers, not Snickers.  I can go for months without giving a Milky Way so much as a second glance.  Most of the time, I don't even push my cart down the candy aisle.  Besides, I have body issues so severe they've long ago passed the insanity line, and whenever I look at a package of M&amp;M's, all I can see is a mental image of me with little lumps of candy all over me, just under my skin, with the orange, red, yellow, and blue colors just faintly showing through, the whole &quot;thing&quot;  looking for all the world not unlike an extra from <em>Alien</em>, with little monsters ready to burst forth and kill someone at any moment.  No, I do not, ordinarily, care for candy or anything &quot;sweet,&quot; actually. </p>
<p>That being the case, I'm always amazed at myself when, about twice a year, I get an urge for Reese's Cups that's so strong I will drive eight miles to WalMart at three in the morning to buy. . . not one, not two, and not three, either, but FOUR packages.  And I will bring them home and sit in my kitchen as the sun comes up, and I will eat them ALL, washing them down with a glass of cold milk to make the whole orgy &quot;healthy.&quot; </p>
<p>You do remember that Reese's Cups come two in a package, right?  That's eight big chunks of candy.  Rumor has it that on occasion there will be a special on the huge four-in-a-package, in which case I will still buy four and eat them all.  Do the math.</p>
<p>Then, I'll go to bed feeling as guilty as if I'd knocked over the corner liquor store, and I will vow that NEVER AGAIN, blah blah blah, and I will go another six or seven months without being interested in any kind of candy again.</p>
<p>Today at the college, my department head pulled me aside and asked if I was feeling all right, as apparently my clothes were &quot;hanging on me.&quot;  It wasn't a compliment, but my &quot;issues&quot; are so pathetic that I fairly glowed through the rest of the day, picturing how good I might look in my coffin. I've been working hard at losing weight since last April, when I stepped on my doctor's scales and saw that immensely large number.  By BlogHer in July, I'd dropped twenty pounds, and right now, in October, I've lost 42 pounds.  My goal is forty more.  Yes, I was THAT LARGE.  </p>
<p>Halloween is fast approaching.  Reese's Cups are going to be on sale for el cheapo the day after.  I have a small request:  Would someone please come over and lock me in my room for a few days during that candy sale?  I haven't had any peanut butter and chocolatey goodness since last Easter, and I greatly fear for my self-control - and my diabetes - once that &quot;75% off&quot; sign goes up over the &quot;danger aisle.&quot;  </p>
<p>I have no fears about the Halloween stash in the foyer, awaiting the local spooks and ghouls.  Suckers and Smarties and jelly beans were never in any danger from me; I'm looking for Mr. Goodbar, not Mr. Cellophane.</p>
<p>My name is Jane, and I am a Reeseaholic. </p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>One More Perspective on BlogHer08</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/one-more-perspective-blogher08" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/one-more-perspective-blogher08</id>
    <published>2008-07-22T20:18:10-05:00</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T06:12:53-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Life" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2008" />
    <category term="BlogHer08" />
    <category term="Conferences" />
    <category term="Jane Goodwin" />
    <category term="MamacitaG" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>. . . soooooo many posts about BlogHer!  I LOVE THEM!!!</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>. . . soooooo many posts about BlogHer!  I LOVE THEM!!!</p>
<p>Strange as it may seem, since I am <strike> such an opinionated blowhard </strike><br />
somewhat assertive on this blog, I am actually very shy in real life.<br />
It's difficult for me to walk into a room full of people and approach<br />
someone; I always assume that nobody would care to associate with a<br />
boring person like me. My panel went well, thanks to <a href="http://shireenmitchell.com/speaker.htm">Shireen</a>, <a href="http://slackermama.com/">Marilyn</a>, and <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/">Monty</a>; I knew that even if I flopped, they would carry on without me.  They were so good.</p>
<p>At BlogHer, people spoke to me.  People sat with me.  People listened to me.  Holy cow.  I felt like SOMEBODY there.</p>
<p>Was<br />
it the other-side-of-the-continent atmosphere? Had I changed when I got<br />
off the plane? Are BlogHer people just nicer than other people? All of<br />
the above?</p>
<p>Possibly that last one.</p>
<p>Hanging out with <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/">Monty</a> and <a href="http://faustasblog.com/">Fausta</a> and <a href="http://www.petroville.com/">Kimberle</a><br />
did wonders for me, too. They are, all three of them, so very<br />
outstandingly wonderful!!! We traversed Chinatown and ate sushi and<br />
oysters and drank sake and took pictures of each other with dragons and<br />
in front of shop windows containing duck feet and beheaded waterfowl of<br />
various sorts, and tackled the crowds and the disco lights at <a href="http://www.rubyskye.com/">Ruby Skye</a>, and dodged all the <a href="http://www.tnt.tv/series/savinggrace/">Saving Grace</a><br />
misc, except for that one gigantic poster which we posed in front of<br />
and pretended we were part of. It was a marvelous lot of fun. I would<br />
kill to have Kim's hair. It's just simply gorgeous.</p>
<p>Food? There<br />
was food everywhere I turned, at BlogHer. I will have to say that the<br />
box lunches were not all that, novelty that they were, and for people<br />
on low carb diets, they were a disaster. Bread, bread, more bread, and<br />
pasta. They were all gone by the time I got to lunch on Friday, but as<br />
I'm too fat anyway, it wasn't a big deal. As for breakfast? For once in<br />
my life, I had all the orange juice I wanted. It was just so delicious,<br />
and so COLD. I do love me some ice cold, and I mean ICE COLD, orange<br />
juice. Room temp? Can't drink it. BlogHer orange juice was perfect. I<br />
couldn't eat the doughnuts, etc, because I'm diabetic, but I got by.<br />
Besides, we were accosted (the good kind) by hors d'oeuvres and wine<br />
everywhere we went, and the bottled water and diet Pepsi were abundant.</p>
<p>My<br />
ability to make a hardship out of the simplest things reared its ugly<br />
head at Sunday lunch, when I bit into my really delicious sandwich and<br />
speared my lower lip with a concealed toothpick. Seriously, it went all<br />
the way through my lower lip and out again. It still throbs, but now<br />
it's just funny. Who but me? I didn't know whether to just sit there<br />
and laugh at myself through the shock and tears, or run back to<br />
Chinatown and buy a lip ring. I mean, the piercing was already there<br />
and all . . . .</p>
<p>It's still there. How do you put medicine on the<br />
inside of your lip? I'm hoping the saliva will fix it, because I don't<br />
have any other options. I'm sure it will be fine.</p>
<p>Don't panic,<br />
Westin St. Francis. I'm not one of those people who sue. I'm a nice<br />
person. But after this, I'll be feeling up all my sandwiches before I<br />
plunge into them with my body parts. So to speak.</p>
<p>I learned so<br />
much over that weekend that I'm really kind of disoriented sitting here<br />
and trying to remember it all in ways that can be translated to the<br />
written page. I know for a fact that my brain had to have grown a new<br />
section to store it all.</p>
<p>One thing I'm very happy about: so many<br />
websites and conferences and literature and whatnot that welcome women<br />
of, how shall I put this, a 'certain age,' are very condescending even<br />
when they don't realize it. Yes, I'm over <strike> the hill  </strike><br />
forty (a LOT over), but I am not remotely interested in a website or<br />
conference that talks to me of Depends and AARP and declining vision<br />
and Alzheimer's and Ensure and velcro fasteners for my housedress and<br />
cell phones with one big button and ways to entertain the grandchildren<br />
and Big Band music and recipes for soft foods and electric grocery cart<br />
wheelchairs and great denture adhesives. I'm interested in writing and<br />
electronics and social media and marketing and books and makeup and<br />
purses and hanging out with friends and laughing out loud and eating in<br />
funky restaurants and navigating around Chinatown and computers, all<br />
about computers. BlogHer did so many things just exactly right, and one<br />
of them was that it treated all of us the same. There were people there<br />
from 18 to 80, and everybody did whatever she wanted most to do. Mixed<br />
groups? I'll say! Isn't that how the world really is?</p>
<p>As for the<br />
hotel itself, well, I was overwhelmed by its beauty, its accessibility,<br />
and its class. All the staff were gracious and helpful, the room was<br />
glorious, the shower was amazing, and nothing went wrong. Um, except<br />
for my credit card being declined and all, but that wasn't the hotel's<br />
fault.</p>
<p>Whoops, did I really confess that?  My bad.  It's fixed now.</p>
<p>I loved the sessions and the food and the people and the vendors and the loot and the vicinity and the sights and the parties.</p>
<p>Sunday<br />
was perhaps the best of all. Small and intimate and with handpicked<br />
topics. People still sat with me and my self-consciousness melted away.<br />
Of course, that's also when I pierced my lip with the toothpick. Sigh.</p>
<p>My<br />
adorable tiny pink computer was a real conversation-starter, too. Thank<br />
you, Asus Eee Pc! I love my little laptop - it does everything a big<br />
laptop can do, and it's light as a feather and fits in my purse.</p>
<p>I<br />
had no problems whatsoever at the airport, and the fact that I couldn't<br />
slow my brain down and get some sleep on the red-eye wasn't anybody's<br />
fault but my own. My daughter picked me up at the airport at 7:30 a.m.<br />
Monday morning and took me straight to the college, where I taught for<br />
several hours while trying desperately to stay awake. I could have used<br />
that toothpick for my eyelids!!! I am not a napper, but when I finally<br />
got home around 4:00, I gave in and took a four-hour nap. Then I got<br />
back up, wrote four articles, ate a sandwich (no toothpick), surfed the<br />
'net, read a few posts about BlogHer, and went to bed for real around<br />
2:30 a.m.</p>
<p>I had more than just a good time.  It was more than a great time.</p>
<p>At BlogHer08, I found myself, and discovered that I'm not such a bad sort after all.</p>
<p>And oh, my BlogHer people, I can't WAIT to do it all again next year!!!</p>
<p>(Cross-posted at <a href="http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Scheiss Weekly</a>) </p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>My Husband Will See My BlogHer Pictures Before I Even Get Back Home</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/my-husband-will-see-my-blogher-pictures-i-even-get-back-home" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/my-husband-will-see-my-blogher-pictures-i-even-get-back-home</id>
    <published>2008-07-14T19:40:22-05:00</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T19:40:22-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Technology &amp; Web" />
    <category term="blogher" />
    <category term="BlogHer Conference 2008" />
    <category term="Eye-fi card" />
    <category term="FrameChannel" />
    <category term="FrameMedia" />
    <category term="Mamacita" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Today was a regular day.  My lecture was about parallel structure, and my students were held captive and mesmerized by the wonder of it all.  I could tell by their glazed eyes and snoring.  Sigh.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Today was a regular day.  My lecture was about parallel structure, and my students were held captive and mesmerized by the wonder of it all.  I could tell by their glazed eyes and snoring.  Sigh.</p>
<p>Tomorrow will be a regular day, too.  I'll lecture about consistent person and tense, and I know it will be a killer speech.  The room will be smaller on Tuesday than the room I have on Monday, and the acoustics will be much better: kind of like snoring in the bathroom.  Don't laugh, we've all heard men do that.  Tuesday night I'll put together another Carnival of Education over on <a href="http://www.stevespangler.com/" target="_blank">Steve Spangler's website, </a>and then I'll turn in for my nightly four hours. </p>
<p>Wednesday will begin like any other day.  I'll lecture about citations whilst trying to stay awake myself, and then Tim and I will stop by the Pizzaria for some lunch.</p>
<p>After that, however, it's SHOW TIME!</p>
<p>He'll drive me to Indy and drop me at my sister's house and she and I will shoot the breeze, chew the fat, and several other interesting idioms, and then she'll take me to the Indianapolis airport where I'll check in with my red suitcase full of dowdy clothes and the adventure shall officially begin.</p>
<p>I'll start taking pictures in the airport.  I'm going to be using Tim's <a href="http://www.wirelesspictureframe.com/2007/12/29/eye-fi-card-and-wireless-picture-frame-unbeatable-combo/" target="_blank">Eye-Fi memory card</a>, which I got him for Christmas last year and I highly recommend that you all get one for yourselves because it's AWESOME, and every time my camera goes &quot;click,&quot;  the picture will appear on my computer and a few seconds after it appears on my computer, my <a href="http://www.framemedia.com/" target="_blank">FrameChannel</a> account will get it and the very second my FrameChannel account gets it, the picture will appear on my wireless digital picture frame!  (draws breath - that was some powerfully awful run-on sentence!)  (Who cares; I'm off duty.)  Didja see the one about the stupid thieves who stole a camera that had an <a href="http://www.wirelesspictureframe.com/2008/06/07/eye-fi-thieves-capture-themselves-so-funny/" target="_blank">Eye-Fi card </a>in it?  Stupid prats sent pictures of themselves right smack to the owner's computer.  Busted!  But I digress. Tim's going to be looking at that frame every few minutes because I'm sending him snaps of pretty much everything I see.  </p>
<p>Maybe nobody will notice the chigger bites on my forehead if there's a pink camera there all the time?  Ya think?</p>
<p>You know, I'm not really much of a &quot;pink&quot; person, except for the breast cancer symbols (of which I have tons because my sister. . . well, that's another post. . . .) but somehow I have a pink laptop and a pink camera.  I adore them both.  I love electronics.  I'd rather hang around an electronics store or department than shop for clothes. </p>
<p>Then again, if you had to shop for my size, you'd rather play with electronics, too.  Sigh.</p>
<p>BlogHer, here I come!  </p>
<p>I'm so excited, my earlobes itch. </p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Steve Spangler:  AWESOME</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/steve-spangler-awesome" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/steve-spangler-awesome</id>
    <published>2008-04-30T16:49:01-05:00</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T16:51:23-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="diet coke" />
    <category term="education" />
    <category term="Mentos" />
    <category term="science" />
    <category term="Steve Spangler" />
    <category term="K-12" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>      My latest internet obsession is <a href="http://www.stevespanglerscience.com/who-is-steve-spangler.html?source=blog" target="_blank">Steve Spangler</a>,<br />
the science guy who introduced that awesome Mentos/Diet Coke geyser<br />
experiment to the world. I am also seriously addicted to internet<br />
contests, due to my recent winnings,  and <a href="http://www.stevespangler.com/archives/2008/04/29/pick-steves-bee-win-a-prize/">over on Steve Spangler Science, there is a fun contest going on.</a></p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>      My latest internet obsession is <a href="http://www.stevespanglerscience.com/who-is-steve-spangler.html?source=blog" target="_blank">Steve Spangler</a>,<br />
the science guy who introduced that awesome Mentos/Diet Coke geyser<br />
experiment to the world. I am also seriously addicted to internet<br />
contests, due to my recent winnings,  and <a href="http://www.stevespangler.com/archives/2008/04/29/pick-steves-bee-win-a-prize/">over on Steve Spangler Science, there is a fun contest going on.</a></p>
<p>Those<br />
of you with children - get over there RIGHT NOW and click on every<br />
single link. Sign up for the &quot;Experiment of the Week&quot; - it's FREE. Make<br />
a comment and enter the contest!</p>
<p>I am so all over the &quot;free.&quot;  All OVER it, I'm telling you. I seriously dig free.</p>
<p>When<br />
I was a little kid, I used to mix together all kinds of things in the<br />
kitchen, just to see what would happen. I was particularly fond of<br />
anything that had to do with baking powder and food coloring.</p>
<p>Steve Spangler has hundreds of experiments that <strike> you </strike><br />
your kids can do in the kitchen or out in the back yard, and none of<br />
them cost very much if anything at all. With ingredients in your<br />
pantry, you and your kids can make the dry paragraphs in a science<br />
textbook come alive.</p>
<p>Kids love to make messes, blow things up,<br />
pop things across a room, stick their hands up to the elbows in goopy,<br />
swirly glow-in-the-dark goo, and make loud noises. Here's your chance<br />
to encourage just such conduct, only with educational objectives as<br />
your goal.  </p>
<p>Ah, obsessions.  Steve Spangler, won't you be mine?  Sigh.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHWmqVyWYrE&amp;eurl=" target="_blank">Check him out.  He's incredible! </a></p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Why I Could NEVER Vote For Hilary</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/why-i-could-never-vote-hilary" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/why-i-could-never-vote-hilary</id>
    <published>2008-02-13T19:34:51-06:00</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T05:32:20-06:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="News &amp; Politics" />
    <category term="Election 2008" />
    <category term="Hillary Clinton" />
    <category term="Mamacita" />
    <category term="politics" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Much of this was previously posted on my blog Scheiss Weekly, but I've revised it a bit and am reposting it here.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Much of this was previously posted on my blog Scheiss Weekly, but I've revised it a bit and am reposting it here.</p>
<p>I am not a political blogger; that's not why I blog.  I am not here on this earth to convince anyone to change their ways, never wear that shade of green, eat only things which have no face, or let your children grow up wild and free because the world will teach them discipline when they're older.  HOWEVER: My email is overflowing with inquiries from people wanting me to get political and tell people who I feel would be the best president. Most of these emails are asking me to endorse Hilary for the simple fact that she is a woman and all of us women should stick together and elect one of our own to the White House because it's TIME.</p>
<p>Bullshit.</p>
<p>I am not a political person. I vote, and I have always voted, because I firmly believe that voting is like being on a jury, and if a jury/senate/White House/congress is supposed to be full of my "peers," well, I want to be sure that it really is, and not full of the kind of people who were on some of the juries/political offices I've seen. Peers my ass. It was like a tour through Jerry Springer's waiting room, and those people are NOT my peers.</p>
<p>Besides, people who don't vote rightfully forfeit all whining rights. No votee, no whinee. Few things make me angrier than someone griping about a political decision, who didn't even vote. If someone didn't care enough to have a voice on election day, that person should shut up forever about anything political. If he really cared, he would have voted.</p>
<p>I know that many people see no connection between someone's personal life and his/her professional life, but I am not one of those people. I see a person's personal life as a reflection of their priorities in their professional life, and vice versa. I can not separate the two. If a person is an idiot in his/her personal life, I believe he/she will be an idiot in the professional life, also. And, again, vice versa. Perhaps this is not always the case; I really don't care. I can't separate them. We are what we are, and most of what we are we have chosen to be.</p>
<p>It's not just politicians, as you all well know, either. We all present an image to the public, but if that image is to be believable and viable in any way, we must give evidence that we are sincere by the way we live our personal lives. Politics is full of reprehensible people whose private lives are so filled with chosen horror that I could never in a million zillion years take anything they ever said, professionally, in any kind of serious way. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to fall, because it invariably will. I am not interested in electing a train wreck to political office.</p>
<p>I could never vote for Hilary, and it's not because of her sex. It's because I see her as an enabler of a man whose personal life is disgusting. I see her as an enabler of a marriage that is a joke. I see her as an enabler of a man who tries to pass off his inability to keep it in his pants as a 'disease.' Please. I also see one/half of a couple whose values are so far removed from mine that I simply can't accept them in any way. When I think of the Clintons, all I see is a dysfunctional family, a pack of liars, and a woman who stayed in an adulterous marriage so she could climb higher as a politician. I also see a person who supposedly represents a state in which she did not even live. This is a joke, too. Add to all this the fact that the Clintons are milking the taxpayers for all it's worth by charging the Feds rent for the extra residence they built to house the Secret Service agents - to the tune of the equivalent of their mortgage on that million-dollar home they bought to establish residence in New York - that's a 10,000 mortgage, folks -this means that the taxpayers are paying the Clintons' salaries, mortgage, transportation, safety and security, and the salaries for their 12-man staff. Looking out for the common people? The Clintons don't know what a common person is. They don't hang out with common people. No, I don't want either of them representing me in any way.</p>
<p>The Clintons are a joke. Worse, they are a joke without a punch line. A never-ending build-up without any resolution. He is a grinning, selfish, horny old man, and she is a scary cackling oaf with a hard chromium finish who fakes tears when things don't go her way. Both are scrambling up the political ladder on each other's coattails, both are kicking the ladder away beneath them, and neither has a heart, or any kind of ethics other than the selfish kind.<br />
I'm sorry, people who are constantly emailing me to endorse Hilary, but there is no way that will ever happen. Ever, ever, ever, ever.</p>
<p>I would never vote for someone based solely on his/her sex. That is ridiculous. I would also never vote for someone whose personal life was a shambles and whose personal choices were bad. People who break promises, commit adultery, cheat, can't keep it in their pants or out of their pants, lie, steal, ingratiate, or try to fool me into believing they'd be a good elected representative of me while doing any of those things, make me heartsick and disgusted. Nobody is perfect, but everybody could at least TRY to behave.</p>
<p>No, I could never vote for Hilary, and I will never be able to endorse her in any way, unless she was running for National Joke, or National Bitch, or National Poster Woman for Dysfunctional Relationships, or Enabler of the Year, or some such.</p>
<p>I will not be answering any more political emails, so those who are persistent in wanting me to say something about politics can save themselves the trouble. I might comment, but I won't answer emails about politics.  You wanted to know what I thought about Hilary and now you know. Are you happy? I bet not.</p>
<p>Besides, who in the world would care what somebody like me thought about a candidate? Certainly Hilary doesn't care about women like me. Hilary's "choice" is not the same as mine.</p>
<p>It's common knowledge that I am a firm believer in choice for all women, and for all men, too. The difference between me and a lot of other firm believers in choice is that I believe the choice comes BEFORE the consequences ofr the choice. Anything else and you're just someone who got caught with his/her hand in the cookie jar and now you want amnesty AND the cookie AND no consequences for putting your hand in the sugar; you know, as if your hand being there wasn't your choice in the first place. Baloney.</p>
<p>So, no Hilary for me. And if you are one of the many women who are planning to vote for Hilary simply because she's a woman, please stop and think, and think HARD, before you do that. It may very well be high time to put a woman in the White House - I look forward to that day - but this is not the right woman. Not for me, anyway.</p>
<p>I do have a candidate in mind, but his people are not bombarding me with requests for endorsement. That just makes me like him more.</p>
<p>To sum up: Hilary - Absolutely not.</p>
<p>Any questions?</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Madame Butterball</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/madame-butterball" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/madame-butterball</id>
    <published>2007-08-03T13:34:05-05:00</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T13:34:05-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="&#039;07 Sponsors" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>First of all, everybody I met at BlogHer was stupendously swell.  This rant isn't about you, even though I firmly believe the stupendously swell contingent was the majority.  This rant is about the whiners.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>First of all, everybody I met at BlogHer was stupendously swell.  This rant isn't about you, even though I firmly believe the stupendously swell contingent was the majority.  This rant is about the whiners.</p>
<p>Most of the time, at least when I'm not looking in the mirror, I consider myself a fairly intelligent, well-read, who-do-you-think-you're-kidding sort of woman.  I was a feminist before most of you were born or thought of, and if I mention that I wish I still had my 'ERA NOW' t-shirts, some of you will not even know what that means, and some of you will shake your heads and think, "Damn, I had no idea she was THAT old!"</p>
<p>I'm not really sure what my point is going to be with this, but I think it will be something along the lines of, "You might want to wait 'till you get a few more years on you before you start ranting and raving about the appropriateness of certain things."  </p>
<p>Yes, I am a liberated woman and have always been so.  My husband knows better than to give me any kind of order because he understands what the consequences of such a thing would definitely be.  (channeling Mrs. Bobbitt. . . .)  My children have generally obeyed me, and I have never been shy about speaking out when I believe something needs to be changed or otherwise dealt with.</p>
<p>I had fun at BlogHer.  There, I've said it again.  Everybody already knew that, but I wanted to say it one more time before I say something else.</p>
<p>Not only did I have fun, but it was well worth the money.  I had to really scrimp and save to get the money, too; I make $16,000 a year and scraping it up for BlogHer wasn't easy.  That's how badly I wanted to go.  Since I worked so hard to get up to Chicago, you can bet your asses that if I'd thought anything was just "wrong" I would speak right up and say so.</p>
<p>There were a few glitches, sure.  Nothing drastic and all easily solved for next year.  No big deals.  That's life.</p>
<p>But as I read through the Google Alerts about the conference, I'm seeing a lot of negative feedback.  A LOT.</p>
<p>People are upset because apparently they didn't realize Amy Sedaris was a COMEDIAN and therefore a few politically incorrect things were going to come out of her mouth.  Personally, I thought she absolutely MADE that conference and I'm still laughing over her contributions to it.  Buck up and show some spunk, PC people.  Life is funny if you take the corncob out of your ass, relax, and actually participate in it.</p>
<p>The conferences were not "academic."  No, they weren't.  Did anyone honestly expect them to be?  This was BlogHer, not the University of Whatever's Philosophy Conference.</p>
<p>But you know something, I think what annoys me most is all these people whining because Butterball was one of the sponsors.  </p>
<p>Excuse me?  This very large business NOTICED us and CONTRIBUTED MONEY to us and gave us what I consider to be a really nice potholder in our booty bags?  Listen, for sponsorship money and booty, I'd embrace just about any company savvy enough to embrace us!  And when did it become cool to whine about a gift someone gives you?</p>
<p>Therefore, just so everybody knows, I think it was wonderful that Butterball helped sponsor that weekend.  I appreciate it.  I am thankful they did.  What's wrong with some of you people; are you upset because they're named "Butterball?"</p>
<p>Personally, I buy a Butterball turkey every Thanksgiving because they are the best at what they do.  Now that I know they are interested in BlogHer, I plan to seek out their other products at the grocery store and buy them, too.  I was already a seasonal Butterball customer; their sponsorship of BlogHer has made me a full-time Butterball customer.</p>
<p>Besides which, years ago, we went to the IU opera house to see "Madame Butterfly."  The soprano playing the female lead was so fat, the floor shook when she walked.  And when she sang about being tiny and dainty and little, it was all I could do not to burst out laughing, knee-slappin' and all.  When we speak of that experience now, we call her "Madame Butterball."  I have a hard time separating that experience from the turkey experience.  It makes our entire family remember, and laugh.  We rehash it every Thanksgiving as we look at that gigantic Butterball turkey on the table.</p>
<p>I've got three of those Butterball potholders hanging by my stove as I type.  One from my bag, two pulled out of the trash.</p>
<p>Yes, the trash.  What's WRONG with some of you people anyway?  Were you really raised to be unappreciative?  Does your mother know you're so full of ingratitude?</p>
<p>But thanks for the extra booty.  I think you're fools not to fully appreciate it all.  </p>
<p>I didn't meet anyone who seemed to be of this attitudinal persuasion; everyone I met was friendly and warm and cool (both at once!) and happy to be there and appreciative of the swag and just generally having a good time and intending to make the most of it.</p>
<p>Yes, my main purpose for going to BlogHer was to meet people.  The conferences were icing on the cake.  I enjoyed them and I learned from them.  </p>
<p>If I wanted philosophy and higher mathematics, I'd sign up for another kind of conference.  I'm smart enough to understand the difference.</p>
<p>I think most of you are, too.  Why are so many of you complaining?  I've seen some pretty vicious stuff.</p>
<p>BlogHer, I salute you.  You were awesome.  Thanks to all who put it together.  I can't wait to come again next year.  I hope it's another central location; that sure makes it easier for most people.</p>
<p>Now, if anybody wants to fight, bring it on.  I'm old and big and all I have to do is knock you down and sit on you, and I've won.</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>It&#039;s Just A Piece of Paper</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/its-just-piece-paper" />
    <id>http://www.blogher.com/its-just-piece-paper</id>
    <published>2007-08-02T23:59:01-05:00</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T23:59:01-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Research, Academia &amp; Education" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm sitting here watching my students take their final exam, and they all look so scared and serious. . . I want to hug them all and scream, "It's just a piece of paper! It doesn't define you!" but I guess that would hardly be PC. Not that I care about PC; I just don't want to get sued.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm sitting here watching my students take their final exam, and they all look so scared and serious. . . I want to hug them all and scream, "It's just a piece of paper! It doesn't define you!" but I guess that would hardly be PC. Not that I care about PC; I just don't want to get sued.</p>
<p>The class next door is having a very loud party.( I wish I'd thought of that) That's actually against the rules, so next semester, maybe I'll just take my students across the parking lot to Pizza Hut instead of (being really, really loud in a room with thin walls during the official college finals week) celebrating in the regional campus building itself where (we might get caught) we might disturb someone.</p>
<p>Oh, students dear, don't take it so deadly seriously; it's just a test. You're all lovely people no matter what a percentage on a piece of paper might end up being.</p>
<p>Dear people: it's just a piece of paper. It doesn't measure worth. It doesn't measure attitude. It doesn't measure talent, or propensity for lending a helping hand to people in need. It doesn't measure your capacity for love and devotion and caring. It doesn't measure personality traits, or good manners. It doesn't even measure work ethic, although application of such might help relieve some of the stress of the moment.</p>
<p>I want you all to do well on this test, but even if you don't, you're the best class I've ever had, collectively, and some of the finest people I've ever met, individually.</p>
<p>Relax. Calm yourselves. Take a break and run down the hall and get a Sprite. It's going to be all right. Really. You've all been out of school for a very long time and your nervousness is natural. Just try to tone it down; this test really isn't worth the strain you're putting on yourselves. Chill, my darling students.</p>
<p>It's just a piece of paper.</p>
<p>(cross-posted on Scheiss Weekly)</p>
    ]]></content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Oh, BlogHer, I Want To Marry You and Have Your Babies</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogher.com/oh-blogher-i-want-marry-you-and-have-your-babies" />
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    <published>2007-07-30T01:48:08-05:00</published>
    <updated>2007-07-30T01:48:08-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>MamacitaG</name>
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    <category term="BlogHer Conferences" />
    <category term="Amy Sedaris" />
    <category term="blogher" />
    <category term="fantastic" />
    <category term="funny" />
    <category term="Mamacita" />
    <category term="OutsideIn" />
    <category term="SaraLiz" />
    <category term="Scheiss Weekly" />
    <category term="ShellyNoir" />
    <category term="wonderful" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.blogher.com/node/17751">BlogHer</a> is over, and I'm back home.  I had such a wonderful time, I don't know where to start.</p>
<p>Registering people is a wonderful way to meet people.  I'm volunteering again next year.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.blogher.com/node/17751">BlogHer</a> is over, and I'm back home.  I had such a wonderful time, I don't know where to start.</p>
<p>Registering people is a wonderful way to meet people.  I'm volunteering again next year.</p>
<p>The conference was well organized, efficient, staffed by very nice, competent people, and just generally a very good conference.  I've worked many university conferences and something always went horribly wrong.  Not so with BlogHer.  Oh, sure, there were a few glitches - nobody and nothing are perfect - and I have a few suggestions for next year - nothing major, just little things people brought to my attention while I was sitting behind the registration table- but all in all, it was the best conference I've ever attended.</p>
<p>I can't speak for all of the sessions, of course, but the ones I attended were great.</p>
<p>There is no way even a huge buffet will please everyone (whine whine whine, picky whiners!) but in my humble food-loving opinion, the only thing missing was a huge ice sculpture.  I think the food was great!  It was beautiful to look at, too. </p>
<p>Suggestion: Keep the rooms well-lit - bright, even.  Otherwise, we can't read each other's nametags.  The pre-conference party was so dark, it was scary to try to walk through the room, and people might have wondered about me if I turned my little flashlight on each person's (perky boobage) nametag.  Lights, people.   But perhaps some people prefer a very, very dark cocktail party; I am not familiar enough with cocktail parties to know.  This is not really a complaint, ok?  Party on.  My little group had fun pretending to be washroom attendants and handing out towels to people. </p>
<p>I shall write for a moment about the schwag.  Freebies.  Dear hearts, the BlogHer schwag was fantastic!  The bag itself was awesome, and its contents were GREAT!  There will always be complainers, unfortunately; even when someone is handed something that is FREE, someone always finds fault.  To those people I have this to say:   (sound of loud razzberries)  (Okay, so I don't know how to post a sound.  Use your imagination.  I'm sticking my tongue out at the fault-finders and giving them the raspberries.  Loudly.)  The BlogHer schwag far surpassed any loot I've ever been handed at a conference.  I loved it.  LOVE IT!  Usually, conference schwag is pretty much junk and coupons, but not at BlogHer.  We're talking serious loot here, folks. </p>
<p>Oh, and how about those AOL bags?  Were those not the best tote bags you have EVER SEEN?  I will use mine constantly.  They're perfect for your laptop, if you own a laptop, which I don't, but I wish I did, and if I ever actually get one I have the perfect tote in which to carry it. . . .etc.  In the meantime, I'm going to use it to lug my books and tests to school.  Perfection.</p>
<p>That vendor room. . . . I felt like a little kid at the 4-H fair, filling my Marsh bag with freebie after freebie.  T-shirts, pedometers, back massagers, books, manicure kits, retractable ethernet cords, magnets, brochures (good, helpful ones, not stupid ones) samples, puzzles, dvd's, candy, mints, those gorgeous Yahoo paper clips. . . and more, more more.  Free ice water, free hot dogs, free pretzels, free, free, free!  Complaints about 'free?'  Shut up.</p>
<p>Suggestion:  Next year, have a baggage check.  Bloggers who had to check out of their hotel rooms Saturday morning had to lug their suitcases all over the conference.  NOT a complaint, just a suggestion.  I have no complaints.  I loved it all.</p>
<p>If any of you have not yet discovered the fabulous Vicki of <a href="http://outsidein.typepad.com/outsidein/">Outside In</a>, by all means click over there immediately, for she really is as wonderful as she seems.  She opened her home to Belle and me, and Michelle of ShellyNoir (<a href="http://shellynoir.blogspot.com/">Michelle of Seattle</a>) (henceforth referred to as Sparky)  (I know she didn't set fire to Vicki's kitchen on purpose, but it did still stink when I got home that night) and her home is like something from a magazine.  Ask her about all those mirrors in the downstairs bathroom, and that absolutely enormous cat in her sink.  The entire house - just simply lovely.  Classy and elegant.  I did not know Michelle before this weekend, but now I do, and I count all that time lost when I did not know her.  She's great.  She's also got pictures.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.petroville.com/">MommaK</a> came over and had lunch with us today, and she's wonderful, too!  Such a beautiful woman, inside and out.  She's one of the "inventors" of the "<a href="http://www.petroville.com/the-library/">Perfect Post Awards,</a>" and is responsible for a lot of the unity and friendship among bloggers today.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.amysedarisrocks.com/">Amy Sedaris</a> was at BlogHer this year, as one of four panelists on a crafting panel.  She crafts the same way I do: with things she finds around the house, mostly.  I've been a Sedaris fan (both siblings) for years, and meeting Amy was genuinely thrilling.  For me, not for her; heck, she sees gushing old women all the time.  She knows how to deal with them, too: she's nice to them.  I bought her <a href="http://www.amysedarisrocks.com/ilikeyou.htm">new book</a> for myself, and then while I was in line to have it autographed I remembered that my Tumorless Sister is a huge Sedaris fan (both siblings) so I changed my mind at the last minute and as I handed it to Amy, I said, "I was going to buy this for myself but then I decided at the last minute to give it to my sister instead, because she's such a huge fan of yours."  Amy laughed and wrote, "Diana, your sister Jane is driving me crazy" on the flyleaf.  It was perfect.  Merry Christmas, Tumorless; I can't wait that long so you're getting this the next time you come down to visit me.  Incentive plan.  Oh, and "Surprise!"</p>
<p>Amy and I (are now best friends)  had another laugh together when she commented on someone's huge stack of one-dollar bills and I said they were for tipping the male strippers at the cocktail party later that night. </p>
<p>To the very nice blogger who looked somewhat thunderstruck at the insinuation that she might roll a dollar bill into a cigarette shape, put it in her mouth, and tip a male stripper with it in ways that our mothers know nothing about:  I do apologize.</p>
<p>To all of you who might wonder where I picked up such a notion:  never you mind.</p>
<p>I learned many useful things and had TONS of fun, the likes of which I hadn't experienced since college, but the best part of BlogHer, for me, was meeting so many of the wonderful people I've been 'reading' for so long that I feel I actually know them.  And now, I really do.</p>
<p>Yes, sometimes a dream really will come true.  BlogHer was that for me.</p>
<p>I think the only thing I regret about it is not getting my picture taken with my idol <a href="http://joyunexpected.com/">Yvonne</a>.  Maybe next year, Y?</p>
<p><a href="http://gracedavis.typepad.com/">Grace, </a>my darling, I missed you terribly. </p>
<p>Now, I wonder where BlogHer will be held next year, for if I start salting back a little each month, maybe I can go again!</p>
<p>(Cross-posted at <a href="http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/">Scheiss Weekly</a></p>
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