I Feel Like Sally Field

You read me! You really read me!

Thanks to Oh. The Joys for her comment on my last post. I basically lurk on her blog, (even though most days, I am ROFL at her posts) more because of time than anything else. I usually catch up on my bloggy friends while waiting for the waffles to toast and the oatmeal to microwave before calling the rugrats to breakfast. Once the little feet hit the ground, there is no time for typing.

I have yet to set up stats on this blog (pure laziness on my part), so I have no clue if anyone but me is reading this unless you comment dear reader. I’ll do my best to get stats set up soon, but in the mean time, thanks OTJ for letting me know I’m not just talking to myself. To the rest of you (if there are any others), please feel free to comment away.

BTW, don’t miss OTJs posts on Hens with Big Hallways and more recently, Fruit of the Loom. WARNING: Don’t read them of your ribs hurt. Oh, and be sure to have a tissue handy for the tears of laughter that will stream down your face.

Blogher, 2007, I’m IN!

I stumbled over BlogHer.org last year. I was intrigued. There was an announcement about their upcoming conference. I drooled, but California was just too far and besides, what business did I have going to a blogging conference anyway. I didn’t even have a blog.

A year later, I have 3, one for my family, one for my ramblings and one for my business. None get a lot of attention, but I’m proud of them none-the-less.

Blogging speaks to me. It is my kind of writing. I love people and I love to know about their lives. Blogs provide snipets or sometimes entire episodes of peoples lives. I’m fascinated.

I love to tell stories too and I’m told I’m pretty good at it, yet some how blogging seems to fall to the bottom of my task list even though it brings me great pleasure.

So, when I saw the announcement for Blogher 2007. I was tickled, then panicked.

I futzed. I fussed. I stalled. I finally asked a friend for a push and she came through, so I’m going.

Can’t friggin wait.