Sunday, July 26, 2009

BlogHer '09 - OH.MY.SWEET.MARY.FATBOTTOM.


The truck that ran over my head this morning was kind enough to stop. Then reverse. And then PARK on my head.

Back at O'Hare at this most ungodly of hours, and these kind people in line at Starbucks are about to move the fuck out of the way so I can work on feeling even subhuman again...isnt that sweet of them?

MOVEYOURASSESNOWWWWWWWW

Headed home to the Spanish Inquisition that awaits.

I'll be doing a "special" BlogHer'09 post tomorrow...hope you'll come and see...teehee...






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9 comments:

Jenn@ The Crazies said...

Hope you had a great time and cant wait to hear all about it!!

Jennifer said...

Looking forward to hearing about all of your Blogher exploits after your inquisition of course. ;)

♥georgie♥ said...

cant wait to hear all about your escapdes...lol...

The Mom Jen said...

Can't wait! And NYC next year OMG!

Tony@ That One Paticular Harbor said...

This should be good jay. I am on pins and needles awaiting your crafty review...LOL

Momma@Live. Laugh. Pull your hair out said...

I am so frickin jealous, you have no idea......

MamabearMills said...

i fucking hate everyone who went cuz im jealous! pissed! here i come blogher 2010. nyc aint gonna know what hit em. muah ah ah.

Semi-Slacker Mom said...

Glad you had a blast! Can't wait to hear!

Fresh Mommy said...

Haha, hope you got your coffee... and had a great time!! I didn't even go... so can't wait to hear about it from your point of view.

:)
~Tabitha

posthumous pointer
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson