Okay, this is going to sound benign but it really bothered me today.
I was embarrassed to be wearing my bluetooth headset while grocery shopping. Now, had I been having a conversation with an actual person, I would have felt more comfortable. But all I was doing was listening to a podcast. Sometimes I bring my headphones with me because, in my mind, it’s socially acceptable to be wearing headphones in public. But having a bluetooth headset is geeky and lame.
For the past year (abouts) I’ve been blogging regularly. I’d like to talk about what has changed for me. Please indulge.
This time last year I attended a party thrown by my friend for his girlfriend Kelly. She’s an actress and was heading off to NYC to try to do the professional acting thing. Her plan was to give it a year. I wrote about anger yesterday and it reminded me that at that party I felt a low-level anger toward Kelly.
If you’re not familiar with BlogHer it’s the largest female blogging conference in the country. Over five thousand birds (I love to call women “birds”) made their way to NYC for the three-day event. Aside from over a hundred speakers, we had the President do an address, Martha Stewart, Katie Couric, and Soledad O’Brien. It was kind of a big deal blogging weekend.
My sister flew in from NYC and we drove down this evening from Chicago to Peoria. During the trip we talked about our therapists. I didn’t know she was in analysis (I wish people used that term) and we compared notes. Turns out we have one similar issue.
I was talking to Jessica last night and she had asked how therapy went earlier that morning.
Well, you know how the night before I was mad at you because I thought you weren’t paying enough attention to the television?
She remembered. It’s hard to forget your boyfriend nearly yelling at you for keeping you eyes on your plate of food instead of up at the television. I am so nuts I literally watched her watching the tv. I counted twenty seconds of her staring at the plate without looking up. For some reason this was totally unacceptable.
Before you get all offended that I’m suggesting that lobster is, in fact, God herself, take a deep breath and relax. (See what I did with the “she” thing back there? I know my audience!) You can continue to believe God is Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, or the Great White Buffalo. I’m going to walk a different path. God is the lobster I ate last night in NYC.
One of my favorite lines from 16 Candles is near the end where Sam’s parents realize they forgot her birthday. They apologize, and during that scene, her younger brother comes from another room and starts laughing and just says, “Classic.”
Today I am proud to announce that at AimingLow’s very first conference (awesomely titled, Non-Conference), I will be part of the group that speaks to attendees.
If you’re a blogger, this is a must. Last year I went to BlogWorld LA – loved it. Not only did I get to hear from some of the most effective bloggers online, but I met and hung out with people who were passionate about blogging – you know, nerds. I have five close friendships today that started and blossomed there.
I’m introducing a new and SO INSANELY EXCITING feature on my blog that you might literally have a coronary reading the very next sentence.
I have installed a timer to display the number of days, hours, and minutes since the last time my cat Pantaloons peed on the bed where I sleep. Right on this very blog.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
