No Pants! Just Stuff On My Tortoise
Last night I dreamed that I went to BlogHer Business and I wasn't wearing any pants, just wandering around with a my ass hanging out. Thank you, brain, for this classic anxiety dream, because it's true, I have been thinking about not going to BlogHer this year. I have four trips to make this spring -- Palm Springs (drive), New York (Jet Blue credit), San Francisco (drive), Denver (Frontier credit) -- that, despite the relative affordability that staying with friends and family confers, will decimate whatever travel budget exists for my wee family, so something's got ta give. The only way I can afford Chicago in July is if they accept one of my two panel proposals (for if I'm on, or moderating, a panel I'll get my entrance fees paid and maybe a travel stipend). Last summer in San Jose the whole weekend cost me $65 in gas money and I sold enough t-shirts to pay for my room and what little food I had the time to eat. Now that airfare, fancier hotels, and shipping shirts that people may or may not want to buy anymore are involved, it's looking grim. Also, my ambivalence is growing about the conference itself. The panels are just an excuse for me to socialize, and while I really, really enjoy meeting people whose blogs I read . . . well, actually, that's still a pretty good reason to go. Hmmm.
Here is a picture of Peanut trying to stuff his head under the refrigerator.
He also enjoys the warm air that blows out of the fridge vent, but he has not tried to fling himself downstairs lately, so let's hope that was all youthful hijinks that post-hibernation, grownup Peanut has left behind.
Jackson is home from school today because yesterday, after soccer games at Dwight Murphy Field and penguins at the zoo, he conked out in the truck. There was no tired-boy drama, we just got in the truck, he closed his eyes, and seriously, he was asleep before his head came to a delicate, gentle rest on my shoulder. Two hours later he woke up on the couch with a headache and a fever of 104. By bedtime he was back to normal, but school rules being what they are he's getting a day off from the rigors of kindergarten. We started a fire and now we're in our jammies watching old Power Rangers Ninja Storm DVDs.
We also played another round of Stuff On My Tortoise!
Someday when I really have some time on my hands I'll give these guys a run for their money.
I wish I had a macro lens.
Here is a picture of Peanut trying to stuff his head under the refrigerator.
He also enjoys the warm air that blows out of the fridge vent, but he has not tried to fling himself downstairs lately, so let's hope that was all youthful hijinks that post-hibernation, grownup Peanut has left behind.
Jackson is home from school today because yesterday, after soccer games at Dwight Murphy Field and penguins at the zoo, he conked out in the truck. There was no tired-boy drama, we just got in the truck, he closed his eyes, and seriously, he was asleep before his head came to a delicate, gentle rest on my shoulder. Two hours later he woke up on the couch with a headache and a fever of 104. By bedtime he was back to normal, but school rules being what they are he's getting a day off from the rigors of kindergarten. We started a fire and now we're in our jammies watching old Power Rangers Ninja Storm DVDs.
We also played another round of Stuff On My Tortoise!
Someday when I really have some time on my hands I'll give these guys a run for their money.
I wish I had a macro lens.
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Love Jackson's jammies. Looks like something an angst-ridden teen would get at Hot Topic. Hey, wait! I think I've got a new marketing angle for them: Tot Topic.
Brilliant.
Crap. It's the first time I've even considered going to BlogHer and you are gonna skip it. You know Antonia might be there, right?
No, I'm not skipping it yet, just thinking about skipping it. I didn't know about Antonia!
Is there not an automatic setting on your camera ( program mode with the flower next to it ) ?
That would come close to a micro lens feel.
Uh, I thought that was what you set it on when you wanted to take pictures of little silver tulips. Are you suggesting that I should have read my manual?
You are as funny in one comment (see the one right above mine) as in your posts! Little silver tulips, indeed!
Ok who is Antonia? and I am pretty sure if my cat could read he'd fucking hate you.....I can't wait to play stuff on my cat!
It must be anxiety dream season, man, because it's off the chain over here.
I'm going to buy a pack of Extra gum and put a small tortoise on it. Opposite Day!
I always read your blog, but had to comment when I saw these photos.
The best art I have seen recently.
Awesome!
I'm definitely going to BlogHer this summer, but I haven't decided for sure about actually going to any of the sessions. I may just hang out at the "W" hotel looking for celebrities (the Whiskey Blue Bar is owned by Rande Gerber, husband of Cindy Crawford!)and eat my body weight in Deep Dish Pizza. Doesn't that sound fun?
Unless, of course, you moderate a panel, in which case I will register for that session so I can bask in your blogging wisdom.
You don't read the manual you stuff it under the table leg to keep the bastard from wobbling every time you set your scotch and soda down.
104! Wow, you've got quite a little overachiever there. =)
I am going and I can't really afford it either. But I'll be dipped if I'm going to turn down the chance to continue crossing different hotel bars in Chicago off my list.
my daughter also had a 104 fever yesterday! high fevers are so freakin' fun. what is even more fun? putting the kid in a tepid bath while she tries to claw my eyes out for you see, she is very similar to a cat.
i love the pic of peanut's head under the fridge.
No really. Seriously (w/canadian accent). You have to go. Your panel was by far the best last year.
Plus your hippy california yoga presence is so calming.
You want a macro, I want a tortoise
I had a terrible feeling that you might not go. I'm hoping to make it part of a summer visit to see my dad.
My camera has a setting for taking pictures of little silver tulips, one for taking pictures of people running away, and another for taking pictures of people with hats on. It's a bit limiting. I might save up for a more flexible camera.
ROFL.... What a cool pet! I can't balance anything on my cat, and I bet your tortoise doesn't leave nearly as much hair around the house.
Wait until that tortoise gets a little bigger (like in two hundred years). Just think what he'll be able to carry! Thanks for the link to Stuff on My Cat. That's a game I've gotta play.
Danielle (knottyyarn.com) and I were gonna go just to hang out with the Byrne Unit in Chi-Town, and totally blow off the conference, and I was REALLY hoping to finally meet you. We're a little iffy on our travel budgets, too, only mine is all filled up with moped rallies and weekend getaways with my old man.
i'd register stuffonmytortoise.com before someone beats you to it.
damn. meant to sign in as this
Mathew, if I had an unpaid intern I would start that site in a heartbeat.
Styro, you're going? Damn, I'm running out of excuses.
Didn't I comment on this? Did yoiu take it as porn?
Stuff On Our Jackson.
http://hmft.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-us-or-hate-us.html
As I said there, we are going straight to hell.
of course, you don't *read* the manual !
what do you think commenters like us are for ?
heh.
i'd like to add to the other commenter that my camera also has a setting for shooting mountains with just one star on top of it.
nifty , no ?
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