Reving up for BlogHer

Posted on July 10th, 2008

In one week, the fun begins.  We’ll be packing up the van (gulp) and getting the heck out of dodge.  We’ll be enduring the trip over the mountain and down into the central valley, burning precious, precious petroleum as we burn towards San Jose and my parents’ house.  And, in the eyes of my 8 year old son, my parents’ pool.

Thursday will be relatively low pressure.  It’s FRIDAY that I’m worried about.  Friday we’ll have to get up before the crack of dawn sometime and pack up the van AGAIN (minus one 8 year old child who will be staying with the pool my parents).  And this time we’ll have to battle traffic as we trek up the peninsula towards the City on the Bay.  This is probably about the time that my stomach will lose it’s lining and I’ll be developing some awful nervous tick that will drive my husband to want to murder me at the nearest opportunity.

GOOD TIMES.

This is probably also the time I’ll stop and realize that, “Hey!  I’m SPEAKING at this thing! Like, IN AN HOUR (or whatever).  I should probably be ready for that, huh?”

In case you haven’t heard me blather on about it before, I’m speaking on the topic of Introversion.  Specifically, what it has to do with blogging (why are so many bloggers hopeless introverts? which came first, the blogging or the introversion?).  And how to overcome introversion in order to have a rockin’ good time at BlogHer.  I have some good ideas on this subject (otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested the topic in the first place!), but I’d like to also see what you guys think.

So… uh… what do you think?

What are your best tips for putting aside fears and not only surviving BlogHer, but enjoying yourself there?  I promise I won’t steal your ideas without at least trying to give you credit. (I’m probably lying, but who can prove it?)

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Reveling in the Homeness

Posted on June 16th, 2008

WE ARE HOME.

We made it, in one piece.  And I am SO HAPPY.  I almost feel guilty saying that because Kile’s family was so great to us while we were in Elko.  We got support like we would have never had here in Reno.  But it was also a strain to be away from home and what is familiar too.

I just took a shower, wash the road grime off (and boy, did I have grime… neglected to take a shower this morning before we left), and I felt like such a new woman when I stepped out.  I felt like “Home Marilyn” again.  For the last week or so, I’ve been “Disaster Marilyn” and she’s too busy to take inventory of herself and check for bruises from that lovely trip down the stairs.  “Home Marilyn” is not too busy and was rather shocked with what she saw.  OUCH.  “Disaster Marilyn” also takes showers like she’s expecting the UPS guy any minute now and needs to sign for a package.  “Home Marilyn” doesn’t waste any time (she’s got a baby downstairs that might want nursing, after all), but she can stand under the spray a moment longer, reflect on life a little longer and compose this post while she’s at it.  (Oh, yes, I did.) (Don’t you?)

Kile even drove us, but that was mostly because the driver’s seat reclines further since Evie’s carseat is behind the passenger seat.  But I carried in the heavy loads and even drove to the post office to pick up our held mail and to the store for much needed milk afterward.  So I haven’t been slouching, by any means.

I’m just so glad to be home.  Have I mentioned that?

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