My Mighty BlogHer Recap, With Canadian On Top
July 29, 2009
To sum up BlogHer in one word would be challenging, but I believe the word is priceless.
First off, I got to travel by Chevy Equinox to the conference with my partner in Craftastrophe, Sam. I love roadtrippin’ as much as she does, but apparently I’m deaf because I also love to sing a long to loud music and Sam is a bit of a sensitive twat at times. A number of times she turned it down and told me to drive faster, despite the fact I was driving a wee bit over the speed limit and not at Mock 10. She then started Twittering my new moniker: @karengrannypanties.
Like I said, she’s a twat.
We made it to Chicago safely and managed to buy beer at the WalMart, which to us Canadians is like fucking awesomesauce. See, up here we have two places to buy booze: The LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario) and the aptly named The Beer Store, also controlled by our government. Canada is fucking stupid in some ways, I will say that.
So to be able to buy beer in the same store as razor blades and Sam’s hemorrhoid cream? HEAVEN. Also, I won’t have to hear her bitching about her sore brown star all weekend, so Rock On Americus! *devil horns*
Upon arriving, I text Adam Avitable immediately and we met up with Shash in the lobby. I’m seriously holding back tears because not only am I in the presence of Shash again, who I adore, I’m in the company of a man I’ve been friends with for years and here he is, standing in front of me, handing me pictures of the crack of his ass and hugging me and making me laugh. LOVE. HIM. MADLY.
Sam and I get our room and both crack a beer. My nerves are frayed mostly from driving but partially because OMFG we are here and surrounded by like 1400 we love and stuff. Also I haven’t seen a lot of these people since my nervous breakdown and I’m not sure what kind of reception I’ll get. I decide than and there to be cool, have fun, love on the peeps I love and forget about any worries.
I venture into the hall to see familiar faces stuffing swag bags for the People’s Party. Among them, Flingers FLINGERS! I practically tackle her, turn around and there is Aaron, my first and only internet boyfriend whom I love and adore with the fire of a thousand UTI’s. (Inside joke: I had a UTI when I visited Aaron & Erin in May 2007 so yeah, um ew. That was funnier in my head.)
Hugs all around and before long we are off to our first of many parties, even though I desperately want a shower. The lovely people at Chevy met Sam, Amy and I at a pub and fed us and beer’d us and interviewed us and praised us for not crashing their car. Yay for Grannypanties and her safe driving ability! (Go fuck yer hat Sam. Ha.)
Oh and somewhere in there we picked up a weapon but some people had stolen all the swag or something. Whatever Trevor.
We got back to the room, showered together to save water and Sam yanked my Spanx from behind to tuck in all my back fat so I could don my favorite outfit: a blue sporty dress that I thought was adorable and got lots of compliments on) Unforch, no one got pictures because you all suck hearty Avitaballs. The People’s Party was full of familiar faces and quick conversations. Neilochka said I looked less homely in real life (yes really) and more 3D (have been all my life, Neil baby!) then my Twitter avatar. Being the Praise Sponge I am, I tucked those two gems in my Spanx and then got to talk to Haley-O for a long time and admire her spunk. She is frigging adorable.
After the People’s Party, I was taken downstairs to a really nutso party run by Room 704. I met Chris Mann for the 1st time and he undressed me with his eyes. It was kinda hot. I say kinda because of Jenny’s post. I couldn’t stop thinking about him holding a knife to my throat or some shit. Then I was all NAKED SERIAL KILLER in my head and THAT was kinda hot too. He is certainly a sweet piece of eye candy though and totally should get his own Serial Killer Trading Card. He is so freaking hot that I suppose I should stop there or this story will have to go on my super secret sex blog. (What’s really funny is Flingers FLINGERS! was kinda staring at me weird the whole time I was thinking this stuff but Chris Mann was right there so I never told her I was imagining Mr. MANNSOME naked and perhaps chasing me with a giant knife.}
Funnily enough, I met him a 2nd time about 2 hours later and he undressed Sam with his eyes. Maybe it’s his marketing scheme, or maybe he is just a slut with eyes. Whatever. I had protection. I had to break a fucking hip to get into those Spanx, so I’m calling that a body condom and leaving it at that. Yes it has a pee hole. And later in the weekend, Sam got a Go-Girl FOR my pee hole. It’s like an upside down unicorn for your quivering panty hamster so you can pee standing up like a boy. I must thank her for that. She’s so thoughtful. Though I’m a bit uncomfortable with Sam thinking about my pee hole. This paragraph is truly a mind fuck.
Okay so Friday morning at 2 a.m. I finally went to bed after seeing a shitload of people – both old friends and new and the whole night felt like it went by in 5 seconds. Only it didn’t because time stood still when a guy in a suit asked me if he could buy me a beer. I didn’t know what to do. Total deer in the headlights move, I swear. I’ve been married and either pregnant or fat for the last 11 years and OMFG is this what getting hit on feels like because it’s freaky and weird and get. away. from. me. dude. What did I do? Surprisingly, I didn’t Twitter it. Ha. I said ‘no thank you I’ve got it,’ to which he said, “It’s okay, it’s on the company dime.”
Oh, let me just let you misappropriate corporate funds in the hopes you might not get to juggle my funbags. DICK MOVE, DOUCHEBAG.
Getting hit on after 11 years is WEIRD. Even if he was douchey.
2 a.m. crept up on me and so I went to bed, knowing I had to be up early for the 5K run. Because I am stupid and sign up for everything and think I can do it all.
5:30 a.m. came and I hopped outta bed, brushed my teeth and went downstairs for 6:30, water in hand, sneakers on feet, head slightly on sideways.
I walked 7K with Deb Roby, LaurieWrites, and Carmen – three ladies I admire and truly love. They are all inspiring and have great stories to tell. I wore my Maddie shirt as promised and enjoyed the morning sun and the views of the water in Chicago. It was a very positive start to the day.
Since I had to eat, shower, register for the conference and then speak, the morning went quickly. My panel was PACKED and scary and by the time that came around, I was feeling shaky from lack of sleep and had a killer migraine. I managed to get through panel with some very sage advice from Adam: just don’t throw up on yourself.
Noted.
I actually thought of him partway through, remembered his squishy comfy hug and wished I was still there on his chest so I could FALL ASLEEP already (THOSE AREN’T PILLOWS!). I was TIRED. Had 100+ people not been watching me, I probably would have shut my eyes. So thanks Adam, you rock and stuff.
Instead I admitted to the entire room (in context, don’t worry I’m not a total dork) that I had a nervous breakdown in 2007 and it had cost me a few clients, but brought in more I guess because I was brave enough to stick it out and get better. The audience audibly gasped and I was a little shocked at their gasp and I gasped too because they were gasped and then it blew over quietly, which is good because gasping back and forth cold have led to hyperventilation and I didn’t want to be responsible for a lot of people passing out. And afterward Headless Mom came up to me and told me how brave I was and I very nearly cried. Instead I bolted because the anxiety was just too much – so I went to my room and took it easy for a few minutes.
I think this is the part where I fell asleep? I don’t know but I woke up with less of a headache and Ang humping my back. We giggled about it and then I remember walking down the hall with her and Sam and asking if I had bed face as we headed to the Community Keynote. You know that thing that changed my life? Yeah, that. (BTW Ree’s account is here and it’s adorable. My heart went out to both her and Flingers FLINGERS!.) Course you know Flingers FLINGERS!, she was all, “OMG I met the Pioneer Woman and she called me fat! That was fucking awesome!” {big grin} They are both totally mah people. DORKS.
Sam and I showered together again (GO GREEN BLOGHERS!) after the keynote and got dressed for the party circuit. This is where I have to say, next year I’m bringing fucking handlers. Yanno, like Britney Spears or circus animals? Because getting ready is WORK, people. All you fuckers that were kind enough to say, “Holy shit you look amazing!” A) it’s all smoke and mirrors and B) that smoke is hard work to create. It’s all makin’ fire with fucking sticks twiddling between my fingers. and the mirrors? CARVED WITH MY TEETH, OKAY? It’s hard. Especially for Sam who practically has to hump me from behind in an all jacked up Heimlich Maneuver to Yank my Spanx high enough to make sure the Tits are in the right place and the belly is sucked into last week. Bitch has muscles. Most of them work her mouth, but she has forearms like a pro wrestler. Believe it. She’s punched me in the face a few times too.
So Nikon took us in limos to their party, which ROCKED. It was in a cute cocktail bar and many of my favorite people were there. Susan Getgood, Christina from A Mommy Story, the bartender who told me to hang with him all night, you know, people. Oh and some shiny guy who’s botox lips looked like they might explode on my chest? He was there. He totally thought he was prettier than me. I eat guys like that for lunch. Carson Kressley himself was there, snapping pictures with people who watch his shows and in my head I was all “I already look good naked. I actually look BETTER naked. Clothes give me hives.”
Yeah I was too nervous to go up to him. I’ll admit it. I was kind of afraid I’d go up there and he’d say something like, “Bitch Please.”
You know who wasn’t there? A BABY. Because #NikonHasBrains.
The Nikon Party seemed to end rather quickly – I was having such a good time, chatting it up with some of my favorite people – you know who you are – but someone said the MamaPop party had started like 2 hours ago and then it was all Panic At the Disco to get there.
The MamaPop party seriously was a like a wedding without all the boring vows and the priest dude and your great Aunt Bev who you didn’t want to invite but had to because your mother said she would be hurt but you know she’s only going to eat all the shrimp and glare at your cousins and probably tell you she doesn’t like your hair because she’s a sour bitch who needs to get laid. Oh fuck where was I?
MamaPop. Sparklecorn. Awesomeness.
I think I hugged everyone. It was like being on Ecstasy without the spinal tap and the downing of 14 bottles of water and peeing on yourself or vomiting in your purse. Seriously great party.
Right after, I ended up finally connecting with Matty, who I adore, then walking all over downtown with a few people then hanging in another hotel room and finally crashing around 5 a.m. We were all high on each other and the love fest of ‘no you’re awesome no you’re awesome’ finally quieted in my head and I slept till 9:30 ish when I awoke with a start and yelling ‘Sam we can’t miss Adam’s fucking panel!’
Somehow we managed to get there on time to hug Adam first and wish him luck (and tell him not to vomit on himself), but it was packed so I ended up sitting on the floor with Sam and Martell and Ang and Shash. When we all first sat down we were ALL on our knees and I thought how funny would it be to stay that way and make blow job jokes but I’m old and frail and my support hose was bunching, and as LaurieWrites said on the 7K walk: “Even my knees are hungover.” Seriously I had some hops and barley swimming on my patellas and so we sat and giggled and mouths agape {seriously – clicking that fucking link I love that picture}, enjoyed every syllable that came from the mouths of Matty, Jim and Adam.
This is where it gets crazy fuzzy at the end of the panel. Adam, asks ME – Ms. SHYFUCKINGPANTS to hand out the swag he brought for his panel. ME. ME! I almost pass out getting his big ass box out the door so I can breathe because people are swarming me for Adam’s balls and I’m all like
let me get out first please.
…like a fucking scared Canadian. Which is what I totally am when I’m put on the spot with a box full of balls.
I end up distracted from all the people reaching into my box, by the sudden appearance of one of the keynote speakers who I found captivating and lovely, both during her keynote and right there in person. When she says she reads Craftastrophe, I nearly drop Adam’s balls out of my box. THEN she says she will email me a link that is awesome and British and has to do with cats and Jello eyes. I immediately love her.
Lunch is deep dish pizza and even deeper conversations about secret blogs and sex. Drew from Eden Fantasys is there and hilarious in person. I meet Muskrat and Sheila for the first time and listen to their stories, which are fascinating. I watch in awe as Mishelle Lane, someone who I’ve admired for a long time, takes photos. I envy anyone who can take photos – mine are almost always blurry.
Sometime Saturday afternoon I’m tackled by LORALEE FREAKING LOONEYTOONS who is all smiles and bubbles and chatter and she downloads all this information on me than asks me to take her camera to the Expo thing so I can take pictures of Tim Gunn.
My response?
“Ugh, seriously? I don’t even like Country Music.”
The entire lobby bursts out laughing it seems. I, Karen Sugarpants, am an IDJIT.
So I go take pictures of another shiny fashiony dude who’s lips scare me ever so slightly.
Saturday night I was abducted by aliens for a small private dinner and then brought to an undisclosed location for #blowher which was childhood on a stick with a cock inside of you in a good way. I don’t even know what that means but Michael Jackson died and I heard it was on Twitter so it must be true. Also the gorgeous Sarah Dopp tried to kick me in the face but I think I scared her off with how pretty my face is. Or something. Don’t ask, I won’t tell. PUSSIE, Y’ALL.
After that I meet up with Avitibuzzkill, who wants to go to bed but his Spazzy Sidekick wants to KEEP PARTYING OMFG ROCK ON MOTHAFUCKAS and possibly set fire to the hotel with her cigarettes, which would be fine as a coverup for the murder I could have committed on the BAG OF CHAINSAWS that is my snoriluffigus roommate. *ahem*
I love you SamJuice!!
In the morning we said goodbye to our sweet friends and they sent us off with Casey’s Wownies. Which were apparently sprinkled with AvitaballSalt. NOMNOMNOM. Sam punched me in the face and took them all once she dumped my ass at home though.
And so, I came home and kissed and hugged two little boys who missed me terribly – that is until they were offered swag of their choosing and made off like bandits. My husband had cleaned the entire house in an effort to disguise his many many wants in a cloak we like to call Choreplay. He also cooked me salmon steak and asparagus which I inhaled. I cannot disclose any further details because there was stuff and other stuff. Yeah, that too. He’s a lucky man. *wink*
BlogHer: like my marriage, it just keeps getting better as we grow.
Keep putting out, BlogHers! Bow chicka wah wah.
xo
p.s. If I didn’t link to you or mention you, relax. These people mean nothing. You were my favorite person there. It’s just, I’m not a machine. Well sometimes, but only when there are Mexican Diet Pills, dammit.
p.p.s. I missed you Hilly Hillerson from Hiller Village. I missed you like stink. You have NO idea.
July 29th, 2009 at 10:49 pm
HA HA HA HA HA HA AH!!!!
Dude, meeting you was one of the HIGH MOMENTS OF MY LIFE.
You fucking rock my world.
And? Yeah. I admit I have told the Tim Gunn story to eleventyfour hundrend people. It was awesome.
.-= Loralee´s last blog ..OOPS! I did it again. =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:26 am
I am such a dork. I wonder what Tim Gunn would sing if he had the chance?
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July 29th, 2009 at 11:01 pm
One paragraph was a mindfuck? Ummm no sweetie, this entire entry was a mindfuck.
Other wrap-ups made me wish I’d been able to go. This one makes me want to ‘cry into my pillow like a 16 year old because I’ll never get to sleep with Edward Cullen’ cry.
Next year, no ifs, ands or buts.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:26 am
you fuckin’ better.
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July 29th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
It was great meeting you in the lobby when you were sitting with Amy (TasteLikeCrazy) and walking all over downtown with all of y’all.
Hope we can hang out more next year.
.-= EmmieJ´s last blog ..Since We’re Going Back to High School (My First Post-BlogHer Post…There Will Be Another) =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:26 am
me too!
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July 29th, 2009 at 11:09 pm
Seeing you again all smiling and happy was a huge highlight for an old timer like meself.
loves ya,
the new
jenB
.-= jenB´s last blog ..oh here i am =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:27 am
me too – seeing you so happy was awesome. it was great to finally get to know you better after all these years.
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July 30th, 2009 at 12:01 am
Well damn, if I’d known it was you holding on to Adam’s balls, I would have said hi!
At least now I know I kind of met you; next time we’ll have to do better.
Awesomest recap, btw.
.-= Maura ~ @moburns67´s last blog ..BlogHer Thoughts (After a Fashion) =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:27 am
you saw me holding Adam’s balls and didn’t say hi? Oh in it now!
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July 30th, 2009 at 5:38 am
Funniest. Recap. Ever. Seriously, like, intimidatingly funny.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:27 am
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:00 am
This just made me all fuzzy and happy all over again.
.-= Miss Grace´s last blog ..The time drips past =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:27 am
that’s the MDP’s woman. You took too many.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:08 am
This wrap up kills me and, also, I want to be back there.
Also, I’m kinda jealous that WE didn’t shower together, being that we got all sweaty together.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:28 am
next year. *wink*
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:22 am
SIDEKICK?!?!?
Oh, woman. You are in serious deep shit with me now.
Seriously.
For, like, at least the next five minutes.
.-= Miss Britt´s last blog ..A Letter To Your Son =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:29 am
Adam and I are on DMs and he SAID sidekick would kill you. then he thought we hung out a lot more. i told him i hardly hung out with you and when i did it was like hanging out with a SHRILL TORNADO.
*ducks and runs*
So like 10 minutes now huh? I can hack it. But you should set the hotel on fire while you had the chance.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:36 am
Britt totally made our panel the awesome sauce that it was. Sorry for embarrassing you by asking you to touch my balls – seems like something you’d like!
Loved meeting you finally and can’t wait until October.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:13 pm
oh don’t be sorry – i secretly LOVED that you asked me to touch your balls. and yes Britt rocked that panel. She is perfect for the job.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:39 am
Your recap was awesome. Where did you find the time to write that? I’ve come home and pretty much done nothing but sleep. BlogHer is hard work, yo.
So, next year? Do I get to follow you around again?
.-= Karly´s last blog ..Guilt: It Worked For My Mom, Why Doesn’t It Work For Me? =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
i started it on a whim last night and it ended up taking me about 2 hours once i linked etc. then i kept remembering more and adding it.
and omg we did not get enough time together AT ALL. Yes – I’ll be there next year, following YOU around.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:48 am
I had fascinating stories? Are you sure you aren’t talking about some other Sheila? Of course, I did explain deep dish pizza….
Anyway, I had a great time hanging out with you – can’t wait for October! And, of course, BH next year!
.-= Sheila (Charm School Reject)´s last blog ..The Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
you did explain it! and well! i thought you were very interesting, lady.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:53 am
Me love you long time. Like forever.
October can’t get here fast enough.
xoxo
.-= Shash´s last blog ..BlogHer ‘09 – Coming Home Again =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
ditto, kiddo. hurry up october!
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July 30th, 2009 at 8:00 am
I could have written that paragraph about Chris Mann myself. Aren’t those eyes MESMERIZING?!
.-= Maria´s last blog ..What I Learned at BlogHer ‘09 =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
so are yours. rawr!
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July 30th, 2009 at 8:58 am
I was with you up until the part where you showered with another woman. Then I passed out.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
have you recovered? lol!
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July 30th, 2009 at 9:40 am
I’m still mad that we couldn’t co-ordinate our driving and that OH MAH GOD we only got like, fifteen minutes here and fifteen minutes there.
But they were good minutes
.-= Her Bad Mother´s last blog ..Women Without Pants =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
yes – i owe you a big thank you for that sweet thing you did.
no not that thing with your tongue. the other thing with the sweet lady that happens to be awesome just like you.
xo
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July 30th, 2009 at 9:55 am
I’m sad I wasn’t there to sneak a dry hump in on Chris Mann, because honestly: He is man candy fuh sho!
Also, this made me laugh so hard that I cried: “Also, I won’t have to hear her bitching about her sore brown star all weekend, so Rock On Americus!” There’s nothing that that gets to me more than hearing a someone bitch about their sore brown star.
.-= Amanda of Shamelessly Sassy´s last blog ..Patchypus(s): NOT about BlogHer =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
no kidding. poor sam.
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July 30th, 2009 at 10:57 am
DUDE. Are we in a fight? Because I think you just called me a twat.
For the record, I did NOT buy hemorrhoid cream and I do not have an itchy brown star.
Fuckin’ grannypants.
Now I think I have to post my
rebuttalversion of the weekend. LOL.-= sam {temptingmama}´s last blog ..Failed =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
oh HAI Sam! I didn’t know you read my blawg. Shit.
I love how you didn’t deny that we showered together. Hahahahaha. bow chicka wah wah!
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July 30th, 2009 at 11:00 am
Ha Ha HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
You are too precious for words.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
and you I could keep in my pocket you’re so fecking sweet.
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July 30th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
Love this post. I’m LMAO here at my desk at work. My co-workers quite possibly think I’m drunk! Whatev…
I’m pretty bummed that I never hooked up with you or Sam, or a whole lot of other people, in Chicago. I’m sure I saw you, but didn’t know it was you. Just a warning, but I will find you in NY. You will be there right?
XOXO
.-= AmazingGreis´s last blog ..Wordless Wednesday – The BlogHer ’09 Edition =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
hooked up hooked up?
are you coming to NYC? hook up we shall.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
You area always one of my highlights in my life, I’m proud to say you are now in IRL too (Ok, WHATEVER, I totally always said that but still, it’s nice to have pictures with you!)
Love you lady!
.-= Mrs. Flinger´s last blog ..My son will already make a wonderful husband. And he’s two. =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
That’s not that you AREA is a highlight (um, homie don’t roll that way) but that you ARE a highlight.
Damn.
.-= Mrs. Flinger´s last blog ..My son will already make a wonderful husband. And he’s two. =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Seriously, best recap EVAH! People at work now think I’m crazy for laughing like a mad loon, but whatevs. They can deal.
.-= floating princess´s last blog ..Someone Has a Case of the Blah’s =-.
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July 30th, 2009 at 7:52 pm
Awesome post Karen, almost put me there beside you…only I wasn’t so it made me really want to be there lol. Maybe one day, but probably not. Anyways, you seriously crack me up
.-= Sarcastica´s last blog ..Things that make my head spin – in a not so favourable way. Like in the Exorcist or something. =-.
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July 31st, 2009 at 10:40 am
My favorite line of the whole post…
#NikonHasBrains. Brilliant!
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July 31st, 2009 at 3:00 pm
I’ve been reading you for years and I think you’re the only Canuck blogger I missed? Next year for sure. Great recap.
.-= Kristin´s last blog ..5 Days in Chicago =-.
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August 1st, 2009 at 11:26 am
I love you lady. I want to come back to Canada just so we can play.
.-= ali´s last blog ..Atlanta is… =-.
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August 2nd, 2009 at 11:01 am
That was an awesome recap of BlogHer! I am still newish to blogging so I don’t know who everyone you talked about is but they all sound so cool that I am going to have to go check them out.
.-= Brie´s last blog ..ELEVEN =-.
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August 3rd, 2009 at 6:21 am
“quivering panty hamster” OMFG!
This is totally, “recap that made me laugh most”. SO much laughter! LOVE IT.
I hope to make it to BH 10. Or at least the cocktail parties.
.-= Al_Pal´s last blog ..My new creative outlet: Bread Puddings! =-.
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
NO! YOU’RE FRIGGIN ADORABLE! Loved meeting you! I loved talking to you outside the Peep’s Party — ‘specially about your awesome husband. Sighhh.
Really great meeting you in person finally, loved your panel. You were AWESOME! Also, Neil is FUNNY! There’s no filter on that guy — which is why we love him. He’s kinda right about the avatar, though. Only because the avatar doesn’t glow like you do in person. 
Seriously.
.-= Haley-O´s last blog ..Just Thought You Should Know…. =-.
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August 4th, 2009 at 9:34 pm
Spending time with you on Saturday was one of the highlights of my trip.
You seriously rock. Even more so when I’m seeing two of you all at once.
Wink.
.-= Redneck Mommy´s last blog ..What Happens On Vacation Is Meant to Be Blogged =-.
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