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Blogher 08

Once again I am back from the Blogher Conference. Third time is the charm perhaps? Well, maybe.
I loved it. I love it every year for different reasons. Let's see

1. The food this year at the cocktail parties--pretty darn good
2. The food at the breakfasts-tasty but umm some cereal or eggs or something other than pastry would have been much appreciated. (Loved the unconference breakfast--but a meatless egg sandwich would have been preferred) Hated the lunches. Sorry.
3. Loved having it all under one roof...so nice to dash up to the room to drop off/grab things
4. Loved seeing Amy Gahran, Drowning In Kids, Carmen again (and you too...but I rot at names) and meeting all sorts of new people, but not enough people.
5. Got kissed by Badger. Umm yeah. I don't do kissing. really. Against the rules.
6. I spent a lot more time in sessions this year. Loved.
7. Should have spent more time talking to folk...really miss the gather in a semi quiet casual atmosphere that say San Jose had. Too easy for me to need to escape the crush of the cocktail parties and be done for the day.
8. I will feel better next year. The migraine/exhaustion that would not end combined with tummytroubles-not good for encouraging my limited social skills.
9. I missed bringing the boy child SO MUCH. Yes, it was easier in some ways to not have him there. In other ways, not so much.
10. I wanted the girl children there. Middle school girl...sigh...she loves Blogher. She would love learning about what these smart women think, do, struggle with, more.
11. Thank you to everyone who let me ramble and to everyone who let me dash off distractedly.
12. Thank you to Lisa, Jory, Elisa, the Jennys and everyone else who let me see my incredible woman in action and in context.

California Therapy/Whole Foods

I am in Redwood City, ostensibly the lead up to Blogher08 but basically that means I work from a hotel room while that woman of mine works in the office across town. This means I am on my own for lunch. This meant generic cheese nips yesterday, Jack in the Box the day before.

Today though...I went to Whole Foods. I knew I would be on my own for dinner. I could grab lunch AND dinner at the same time. So, I went in. I wandered past the various pre made food stations. I wandered past the stations where you could order. I peered at items. Mr guarding his stacks of fresh pack deli made a snarky grumble about me picking up items to read the ingredients. The Feed 100 bag man approached me about buying a reusable bag. Errr no, I don't want to win a free membership to the local Gold's Gym. Neither troubled me much.

Then I decide on build your own sandwich. Get up to the counter, tell the prep person I would like to order a vegetarian build your own sandwich. (which the sign says can be tofu, grilled veggies or 2 cheeses) She demands a bread choice. Then spread. Grumbles because I just say mayonnaise. Then she impatiently asks about the rest of the stuff I want on my sandwich. Then we get to cheese. I tell her I want cheddar and smoked mozzarella. Then she starts telling me that I can't have that, that I didn't order a cheese sandwich, that if I want two cheeses I need to pay more. Telling is a kind description. She is dressing me down. Meanly. I finally say fine after pointing at the sign and trying to explain my point of view. She wraps my sandwich, practically throws it at me. I check out. (where the cashier does not smile, ask if I found everything, do anything more than announce the price)

So, it was the worst of grumpy people in the service industry in this town I have run across. Not the only ones though. I have decided that is why folks are in therapy in California. Grumpy service folk.

The Holiday Inn Express/Redwood City/Menlo Park location staff is super friendly and very tolerant of the guest that just hangs around and makes requests like don't change the linens, just give me fresh towels.

Edited to add: the macaroni and cheese fresh pack I got for dinner from Whole Foods smelled bad when I opened it but I heated it...still smelled odd, took a bite, tasted even odder. Made Denise smell it. She agreed, bad. Ended up taking it out to the trash. 5 bucks, no dinner. More cheese nips.

So my kids

probably would like me to learn a lesson here...but I won't. Everyone should dance in public. Life would be better that way.

Stereotype Quiz

Ok, I am finding this mildly amusing since apparently I live with a Crunchy Granola dyke and umm I am the more domestic of the two. Well, wait-she does do the laundry.

Which Lesbian Stereotype Are You?

You're a Boi Dyke!
You kick ass, dear. Serious, serious ass. You're the type of girl who can change the timing belt on my Camaro, have sex with me on the hood, then do shots with me back at your place. Will you marry me?
Take this quiz!








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