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And by everyone, I mean a few people. And by a few people, I mean that I've seen it about three times today. But regardless. A what-to-expect-when-you're-meeting-me post which is a bit silly in my case because I've posted my picture and video here many times before. But in case you are meeting me for the first time at BlogHer this week...
I am nervous too. I know, it's sort of crazy to admit that because I have (1) been to two BlogHer conferences by now and (2) know about twenty people or so who are going semi-well. But I am pretty shy in large crowds or small so I will be the one nervously drawing boxes on the hotel supplied notepads.
I do very very poorly with airplanes. As in I need a sedative to get on-board so if you see me Thursday, I may look a little glazed over.
I am shorter than you think. Even people who have seen me in pictures next to other people always seem a little surprised by my height and the length of my hair. It grows at an alarming speed, so it isn't as short as you're thinking it would be from someone who donated her hair a few months ago.
Though I photoshop it out before posting pictures of me on my blog, I have an eye patch and a parrot surgically implanted onto my shoulder (actually, his feet are implanted into my shoulder and the rest of his body hovers slightly above me). It's my right shoulder, which is why I lean heavily to the left.
When I am nervous, I write things like that because I can't think of another way to describe myself.
I will try to hug you. I may even try to kiss you. I will most likely cry. If any of these things make you uncomfortable and you still want to talk to me, you may want to approach me with hands raised. This is a good indicator to me that you do not like to be hugged, smooched, or cried upon.
I will be wearing the Hilde boots. As in the donation room boots. Though the rest of the outfit is buried in the back of a drawer and will not be accompanying me on this trip.
I'm a very picky eater...a terrible eater at that. I will shock you with how little I like to eat. Things everyone likes. For instance, pizza. Or cheese. Or even pie. All things I don't like to eat.
I don't use the kids names. I call them the ChickieNob and Wolvog at BlogHer too. I will miss them a lot and will probably cry if you ask me about them. But I will tell you that the ChickieNob informed me today that I "shouldn't concern myself with things that are not my business because if her daddy wants to let her wear high heels and walk across the kitchen floor holding her hand, I should let him do this and not concern myself. Because it's not my business."
I've always wanted a tattoo, but have never gotten one. If you have one and doesn't involve too much disrobing, show it to me so I can think about what I'm missing. I may ask you if I can photograph it for my photo essay: Tattoos I Saw at BlogHer [Josh just called out that this would be cool so I am going to do it. I'm declaring this now. I'm taking photos of tattoos I saw at BlogHer. It's good for me to have a project. I am very project-driven. It also gives me a reason to talk to strangers].
I love meeting people there, but more so, I love keeping in touch afterwards. So please give me your card. Or follow me on Twitter. Or let me know that you subscribed to the blog's rss feed so I can return the favour. And, as I've already said, I'm very project-driven and lots of good ideas including the tweaking of the LFCA, group Kirtsying, and the now defunct Bridges all grew out of BlogHer last year. I have a new idea brewing and if you like to be involved in projects too, find me and talk to me because a lot of ideas are bounced around in those panel rooms.
The Tattoo Project (which will reveal its real name once it begins) can be played from home too. When you see the tattoo post, upload a picture of your own on your blog and leave a comment with a link to the post. So it's more blogger tattoos than BlogHer tattoos. But...you know...at BlogHer, you're around 2000 bloggers so it seems like a good place to start.