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Okay, this may sound strange but – I don’t read blogs.
I never did, actually.
I could not name one blogger when I started. It never occurred to me to see what else was out there. As my own website started picking up steam last fall I attended BlogWorld LA. There I met many bloggers and had a fantastic time.
It’s Friday night and I’m nearly passed out after many Papa John’s slices. Eating pizza is a great way to ensure a heavy sleep. However, I had forgotten to write my post. My bedroom now smells like farts by the way. One of the other benefits of pizza.
My girlfriend Jessica left today after a few weeks here in Chicago. This is a woman who I met through my blog (sort of), came to my parent’s house for Thanksgiving dinner on our first date, and now voluntarily chooses to share a bed with me.
While at BlogHer she stayed here in Chicago and watched the animals. She also took a day and completely re-designed my closet during which she found a bunch of my ex-wife’s stuff.
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.
On the way home from work riding my bike ten miles I realized I had nothing to write about for tonight. This is not uncommon and often I sit in front of the keyboard for many minutes trying to come up with content.
For some reason this thought popped into my head seemingly from nowhere:
Just kidding. They’re gross.
At BlogHer with 5k women present, 4902 of them were moms. There’s a lot of oxytocin floating around in the ether. Wait, does oxytocin float in the air like pheromones? Just Google’d it. Nope.
I’d like to do something a little different today on the blog. Something I have never done before.
Focus on someone else other than me.
It’s time to acknowledge my girlfriend Jessica for a for a few reasons. First, and most recent is that she stayed behind in Chicago while I went to New York to hang out at BlogHer for the weekend. While this doesn’t unique I should mention a few items.
Tonight was the official Come As You Are Party hosted by both AimingLow and TheMouthyHousewives. I was all set to watch the closing keynote at BlogHer when Leila of Don’tSpeakWhinese told me to get my ass down to the party as they needed help setting up. I arrived and those bitches put me to work.
On the first night of BlogHer balloon artist Kelly Cheatle worked in her room for five hours before the People’s Party. Kelly was inspired by TheBloggess who has written extensively about the magic of the traveling red dress.
Just for a goof, she created The Traveling Red Balloon Dress. It quickly became the focus of the party, and scores of women put it on, wore it, and then passed it to somebody new.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
