I really wish I could start off this post with wonderful photos of my recent trip to the South of France or a narrative of my four weeks teaching poor children in the Adirondacks how to make Adirondack chairs.
But I can’t.
I did take some photos.
The brick wall in the picture above wall represents…well, it represents something deep. Please use your imagination. Think hard. Cry. Or laugh. Whatever. They’re your emotions.
I’ve been ignoring my blog and actually paying attention to my loudmouthed kids. I’m such an awesome mother.
But I should really get my ass in gear and actually “blog” since I’ll be flying to New York in August to attend BlogHer, an event ALL ABOUT BLOGGING. I don’t want to be greeted with a giant “Who the fuck are you?” and then quickly escorted to the brightly lit, alcohol free lounge where the Christian breast feeding mommy bloggers are kept.
Oh my.
So, I’ll be hanging out here more often. I’m sure you’re thrilled.
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Paying attention to your kids!!! …… how could you!!?! …..
.-= Daddy Papersurfer´s last blog ..I’VE GOT A COLD …. =-.
I know, right? My kids had gotten too attached to our hot Swedish transexual nanny (husband as well) so I had to put a stop to it.
Good to hear from you again, I’m currently trying to get something deep from your pic….okay I give up!
xxx DJ
Ah, thanks for not forgetting about me.
Just keep staring at the photo – something will come.
A headache perhaps.
that’s an aerial view of all of us at blogher dressed in chartreuse tutus leaving the conference and walking arm-in-arm to the bar.
.-= pattypunker´s last blog ..happy summer (one week early. because i can’t wait. because i’m a child like that.) =-.
Thanks for reminding me – must go tutu shopping.
I can’t mask how wildly disappointed I am that I’m not going to be getting a handwoven Adirondack chair from those stupid kids however I AM glad that I can stop peeing in my sink to feel some kind of solidarity with your renovation horror.
Also, I promise never to say “who the fuck are you!?” to anyone at BlogHer since that will probably what everyone will use on me.
.-= kelly´s last blog ..First Day of Summer! =-.
Yes. Stop peeing in your sink.
I’ve arranged to have to those poor kids deliver a chair directly to your door, although it may take a few months seeing as they’re riding a blind donkey.
Never doubt for a second that you are still here with us. How can you not??!! There is a place called Adirondack? And can someone please teach me how to pronounce that word? I always just say, You know those over-priced beach chairs in Pottery Barn Kids catalog? Yeah, those!
Btw, I love that picture. I have a tumblr for Polka Dots, may I ask for your permission to include this picture? I will link it back here. Can’t wait to meet you in NYC!!!
.-= subWOW´s last blog ..Dear @Wired. Meet Georgia O’Keeffe. =-.
You always manage to make me feel good about myself – even if I wear orthopedic shoes and smell a little bit.
Of course you may tumble my photo. Tumble away!
Whoa. PattyPunker, that was DEEP, man. DEEP!
.-= subWOW´s last blog ..Dear @Wired. Meet Georgia O’Keeffe. =-.
i’m a veritable mess, girlfriend.
.-= pattypunker´s last blog ..pimpin a painter =-.
Hold on. Hold on. (Sorry ‘manda for the serial commenting… but something in the universe is telling me something…) Is that dustjacket attic the same dustjacket attic on Blogger? The one with all the cool photography??!! OMG! I have tumbled quite a few pictures found on your blog and I have to say you have an awesome taste and I have no idea how/where you find those pictures. But I am so glad I have an opportunity to say THANK YOU here. Wow. This is freaky.
.-= subWOW´s last blog ..Dear @Wired. Meet Georgia O’Keeffe. =-.
I used to CAMP in the Adirondacks, with dirt and canoes and that kind of shit. NO MORE. And the chairs have got to be the most uncomfortable ever. EVER!!!!!
So…I think the wall is a tribute to saving the dolphins from all of those plastic six pack holders that get dumped in the sea then wrap around their cute little noses so they can’t make the sqeaking clacking noise.
.-= A Vapid Blonde´s last blog ..Motor Oil Soap Is Definately Not The Same As Orange Oil Soap =-.
That is so very lovely. I’m sure the dolphins are happy to know you care.
So I’m not the only insane obsessed person one who clips apart those plastic thingies before I throw them into the San Francisco Bay?
You are far from the only insane person here…have you seen the rest of them….*googley eyes*
Comment love is farting and it stinks really bad.
I can’t wait to meet the other crazies. I shall feel right at home…
Amanda, would love to meet you in NYC and keep you company with those agro Christian breast feeding mommy bloggers.
.-= Christine´s last blog ..GIVEAWAY: All-Clad 12-Inch Stainless Steel Fry Pan =-.
Are you going to BlogHer!?!
Even if you’re not, I would love to meet up with you when I’m in NY.
That’s either a sick map out of the blogher floor, or a bunch of number eights trying to fit into a clown car….either way, can’t wait to meet you!
.-= Ry sal´s last blog ..It’s Time to Get Things Started… =-.
Likewise. Bring your GHS yearbook photo.
Can’t…… talk…..
….crying over brick wall….
Must….compose….. myself….
I have tissues. Nope. I have scratchy paper towels. Oops. Out of paper towels. How about a burlap potato sack?
i thought the whole point of BlogHer was to beat down the other mommy blogger for free stuff.
.-= veronica´s last blog ..Everyone’s Favorite Window =-.
You know, I don’t even think we get free stuff at this event…
So I must be out of my mind to fly 3,000 miles to attend some weird lady blogger event.
I hope I don’t get hit on.
So I’m not the only one that feels guilty when I ignore my blog for my children and work I actually get paid for. It would be nice if it was the other way around sometimes.
Wish I was going to BlogHer but I will probably either be in labor or have a 2 week old, neither one of which I want to bring to NY.
And the wall in your photo? Definitely a bunch of green rabits hopping around looking for carrots. Can’t you see it?
.-= Mountain Momma´s last blog ..Paying it Forward at the DMV =-.
Oh my. You’re about to POP!
It’s a good thing you’re not coming because I have a sneaking suspicion there will be lots of drunk doctors there who will be unable to deliver your bundle of joy.
I showed up late to the party, but I brought wine!!! Whooohooo!
I totally feel like the wall is one of those dance pads, and those green circles light up when it is time to step on them.
Almost time to get your boogie shoes on.
.-= Wicked Shawn´s last blog ..I Am Not In Colonial Williamsburg, And Other Important Details =-.
I don’t dance.
I am an awkward white person who taps her feet.
It’s about each of our individual struggles with infinite defeats and repetitive failures…and our futile belief in different outcomes.
That or it’s about sexy teenage vampires.
Either way, it makes me moist.
.-= Elly Lou´s last blog ..My Face Weighs Forty-seven Pounds =-.
Oh yes!
Bring on the sexy teenage vampires!
Okay. That’s gross. I’m a woman with two kids.
Do sexy vampires like to get it on with women who have had bowling balls flung from their vaginas?
(I threw in the vagina part just for you Elly)
Never. Going. Bowling. Again.
.-= Elly Lou´s last blog ..My Face Weighs Forty-seven Pounds =-.
“the brightly lit, alcohol free lounge where the Christian breast feeding mommy bloggers are kept”
This sounds like pure evil to me. I mean it! It’s inhumane.
.-= Jennifer June´s last blog ..Give me a break- please =-.
I know.
Boobies and milk and Christians, oh my!
The wall spoke to me. And here is what it said:
Get the fuck off your lazy ass and shave your knees before your husband gets home or he is going to divorce you for being a hobbit.
Thanks for the advice. I’m going to drown myself in the toilet now.
It’s either the ‘absence’ of circles…or the presence of space. There’s bricks in the walls. Where’s Waldo? I hate that bastion, he’s always hiding on me.
.-= John´s last blog ..Some don’t understand what I do when I do what I do =-.
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