OK, so it’s a week and a half late, but, what the hell?
Special thanks to my sister for clarifying below that Maggie actually said that we may
have had SEX on the exact same day rather than we CONCEIVED on the same day.
You can see how I could have gotten those confused, seeing as it was the second
sentence out of her mouth after meeting her. Don’t get me wrong. I am a big
proponent of talking about “the somethin’ somethin” with strangers. I just
didn’t see it coming from Maggie.
I got a glorious (and personally blessed) an original Andrea Scher creation which I
find myself wearing all the time, even to bed. Andrea is kind and speaks to
your soul. And she gave me the best line of the weekend as we were discussing
something–“Ah, Kristen, is it OK for Ethan to be in the lily pond?” No,
Andrea, it is NOT OK for Ethan to be in the lily pond and hopefully you will
learn what NOT to do from me when raising children. But it is nice that while
being in the lily pond, he is not bothering us.
Cooper and Emily, who so
graciously approached me as I was chasing The Boy around at the cocktail hour,
are trying to put grass back in the parks in New Orleans so the kids will have a
nice place to play again and somehow “home” will be “home” again. This after
they created an amazing network that has helped former New Orleans residents
make new homes all over the country. You inspired me to be a contributor to my
Eliza of Mom Ready gave me a great t-shirt and also
offered me the sage advice that I should put pull-ups on The Boy because he
won’t be able to get them off the way he obsessively takes off his diapers now.
I’m not sure if that advice was on Mom Ready too,
but I’m sold.
While standing in line to comment at the mommyblogger
session, I met Beth, who told me quite forcefully
that if I was proud to be a mommyblogger, I had better say it into the
microphone. And if you have ever met Beth, you realize that you had better do
whatever the hell she says. And she just says what she thinks. I love her for
her honesty and commitment to herself.
I got a chance to meet Lori, who actually
finally caught up with me in the lobby bar. Because that’s where ALL the
pregnant women at Blogher were. I wore my Stay
at Home Blogger t-shirt for 2 days (one was black and one was brown so don’t
be thinking I was dirty and all) so she could find me. And she found me eating
dinner at 10:00 at night. Oops. She was so nice, as all people from Portland
are, and I was so glad to get a chance to meet her.
It was after dinner
that we realized that it was Rachel’s
birthday in just a couple of hours and that she was TURNING 30!!!! Rachel was
at Blogher from Perth and she is Minti. Not just
minty fresh, but Minti. That fantastic website for
parents, by parents. In the spirit of her 30th birthday, I demanded that she and Tracey have hots. We tried to
explain this time honored American tradition to her, but finally it just took
shoving a drink into her hand.
“God….bless….America….Land….That….I….Love.” Twenty minutes later,
we somehow found ourselves in a conversation about restrooms, toilets, lavs,
R: Why do you call them “REESSSTTTTROOOMMMSSS” if you don’t
actually RRRRREEEESTTT in them? (insert Heath Ledger’s accent, but a girl
K: You have a two year old. If that bad boy’s got a lock on it,
it’s a rest room, alright….
Tracey and I proceeded to make Rachel talk
like Crocodile Dundee for the next 2 hours and we answered lots of questions
about the 80’s. As best we could explain the 80’s. But then the clock struck
midnight. WE HAD MADE IT TO RACHEL’S 30th!!!! We are so pathetic.
walked back to the hotel so that I could give the girls “Stay at Home Blogger”
t-shirts. My sister answered the door and asked if I was drunk. I was happy.
J: Are you happy because you were drinking?
No, I wasn’t
drinking. But I did realize that the only size large I had was the one I was
wearing. With that, I took it off and handed it to Tracey. Rachel looked at me
with that “we don’t do things like this in Perth” look. But Tracey is so
amazing and such an inspiration to me that I absolutely, positively HAD TO GIVE
HER A SHIRT RIGHT THEN. She asked if she should wash it before wearing it. As
if Rob Thomas had worn it at a concert and thrown it into the crowd at the end
of the night. I LOVE HER. Like, stick her in your pocket and take her with you
everywhere you go, kind of love.
To my new best friend Jen, you are brilliant. Not only
were you smart enough to bring your husband/nanny to Blogher, you were
excessively kind and allowed my child to steal your child’s Nemo roller bag and
push it around during the cocktail hour. Baby, you had me at Nemo. You gave me
one of your business cards with a Hugh drawing on it, and I knew then that we would exchange Christmas cards forever (or every
other year because who are we kidding, my card sending is sporatic at best).
But then, in a move that made me LOVE you forever, you made an actual comment,
into a microphone, on a podcast travelling across the world, about sex in the Susie Bright panel discussion. You got a set, sista’.
And to my sister, who
schlepped my child around and tried to keep me sane–you are the best. Any
woman who will climb across three chairs and push over an old woman to meet Dave Winer is a girl I want to
be when I grow up. Thanks for buying $40 worth of toys to keep my child quiet
for the 12 hour ride home. May we never have to do it again.