The BlogHer Mexi-Fro

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Aug 112010
 

Remember this? I sure as hell do. After years of therapy to fix my kinked up ego after one too many childhood Halloween parties where my fellow Brownies confused my fro’d out, rainbow-striped hair for a real clown wig and tried to yank it off, I put it all on the line for Juliette.

And if you saw my pretty little up-do at BlogHer and ooh’d and ahhh’d over my slinky like frizzies and the masterpiece I constructed with about 50 bobby pins (for which the sole intention was humidity control, mind you), then it’s time for a reality check.

Yes, I know I looked cute. And Leah and Jenny told me so. Multiple times. Of course it went to me head.  Before Leah decided to throw me under the bus and tell Jenny that I would be more than happy to pay homage to the Chia Pet once again. (And yes, Bookieboo and The Bloggess asked me to so you can bet your sweet ass I agreed. Just call me “fan-girl”.)

So here it is, world.

This is before…

And this is back in my off-site BlogHer hotel and free of the 50 or so bobby pins I had to send a search party in to retrieve while TBFF Juliette laughed her ass off after…

Just imagine the chances I passed up for making homecoming court in high school. If I’d been this brave back then, I may not have had to beg my way into Student Congress.

Happy dances, freak fests, & the ongoing search for sanity

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Aug 012010
 

I may be the only blogger not going batty at the prospect of landing in New York next week for the BlogHer conference. It’s not that I’m not doing the happy dance at the prospect of meeting my TBFF and writing partner, Juliette, in person for the first time. It’s not that I don’t like a good obessive freak-fest about which outfit to wear for what since I am famous for putting on mascara and lipstick just to go buy a gallon of milk at Walgreens. And it isn’t that I’m not looking forward to doing that whole Social Media thing in person with as many bloggers as my little Social Butterfly wings can get me to before the festivities come to an end.

But it is that I’m knee-deep in trying to pack a suitcase for 17 days for a combined family vacation to Michigan, where I’m landing on Tuesday to drop off Buttercup, with enough crap for me, The Husband, and the princess-child. It is that I’d like to bitch-slap The Husband for booking me a flight that requires me to get Buttercup out of bed at 4 so we can be at the airport by 5 and because said flight includes a 37 minute layover which I’m supposed to navigate with a toddler, our carry-ons, and a stroller in an airport I’ve never been to. It is because I’m not going to be able to breathe until I’m safely on the second flight because of the anxiety I’ll have about not making that second flight. It is because I know that for 6 hours, I’m going to be going absolutely senile trying to keep up with Buttercup’s “But why’s” and “Mama! Mama!” because I won’t have The Husband to play relief.  It is because I just finished a book and have my head so far into queries and agents and submission guidelines that I can’t see pass the words “Dear (Insert Agent Name Here).”

And until I land in Michigan, I won’t actually have a real moment to concentrate on the flight that takes me to New York City. A moment to myself. A moment to realize I’m actually going to BlogHer. And I’m actually going to meet Juliette after a year of a social media match made in heaven all day Gmail conversations that eventually went beyond the expected formality of actually saying good-bye when one of us needed to, you know, pee. Watch out, baby…the Mexi-fro is a site to behold in person. Trust me. The photos did not do it justice.

So until I get beyond Round 1 of my traveling craziness, I won’t be able to properly freak for Round 2 of BlogHer bliss. Until then, it’s all about keeping tabs on my sanity.

Shameless Self-Promotion (Oliver’s Labels style)

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Jul 132010
 

As a rule, I don’t do contests or reviews on my blog that don’t relate to writing. Which kinda leaves me with little to no contests or reviews, as a rule, of course. And that’s fine by me. This blog is my writer-mama blog. I did the review thing a while back, and it just wasn’t me. But let’s get back to today, shall we?

I’m going to BlogHer10 and plan on labeling everything I own with my Oliver’s Labels because I’ve been known to lose my glasses (when I wore them) when they were on my face (true story). I’m a seller (when I remember I have an account with them) so this isn’t a sponsored post, I’m not being reimbursed, and all that legal mumbo-jumbo. I just have to decide if I’m putting my name or Aspiringmama on my labels. (I’m really leaning towards Aspiringmama)

Now for some fun. I haven’t done this before on this blog so bare with me. I’ve decided to run a contest for BlogHer10 attendees only for some Oliver’s Labels goodies. Of course, I can’t verify that you are going, so let’s use the honor code because Karma does suck.

One winner gets:

* One Large Bag Tag

* One Mini Bag Tag set

* One set of Original Labels

* One set of Mini Labels

* One $20 gift certificate to give away on their own blog for the winner to purchase what they wish with a link to my blog and Oliver’s Label’s page.

Call it shameless self-promotion. Call it a plea for attention. Or just call it what it is (a fun contest for a conference I’m thrilled to be attending) and let’s leave it at that, shall we?

So what are the rules? Right…

#1 Don’t tell The Husband. He thinks I’m blogging about Booty Pop and ordering labels for myself.

#2 Tweet this: I want Oliver’s Labels from @aspiringmama #blogher10.

Link to the post, (use Bit.ly to make life easier) and leave a comment for each tweet. You can enter as often as you like. Easy for me and easy for you, yes?

One winner will be selected by that Random Number Generator thingy that all the real bloggers use when running contests like this at midnight Arizona (Mountain Time) July 20 and announced via twitter the following day. Then all that’s left to do is decide on your design, place the order, and get to labeling while you pack.

So um…who wants Oliver’s Labels?

Silent but sparkly

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Jun 242010
 

Once I figured out I was going to BlogHer10, I had a new slew of crazy to add to my regular To-Do List. And even though I’m still navigating the joys of cross-country childcare, a trip top Michigan to drop off Buttercup so I can hope another plane to NYC from there after she’s safe and sound with my mom, and of course, figuring out how much it’s all going to cost me when I finally book a plane ticket, I can  still call it good.

After all, I’ve got my self-proclaimed official BlogHer10 Blog Bling from Survival of The Hippest in my hot little hands.

Yeah, I know I still have to arrange for dog care, call a neighbor to pick up the mail, have someone else stop by to feed Buttercup’s new Birthday Fish, and make sure another someone else is on standby to dispose of the body and run out for Emergency Backup Birthday Fish should Original Birthday Fish not survive to two-week trip to Michigan that’s sandwiching my BlogHer10 festivities…

But let’s concentrate on my new shiny, pretty, Sparklies.

It keeps me calm, people. It keeps me calm.

First up we have my super-awesome-because-it’s-mine key chain. This bad boy is made of sterling silver, spelled correctly, and sure to reflect all known sources of light from that mega-huge purse that I’m still looking for, because that’s where I plan to hang it.

And you can bet your ass I plan on working it into the conversation if this conversation-starter just happens to go unnoticed.

Hi! Nice to meet you! My name is Pauline and I’m Aspiring Mama on Twitter.” Smile, smile, gush, gush, chuckle for effect. “Lemme get you a business card from my purse. Oh this?” Bigger smile as the camera pans in. “It’s my new twitter bling from Survival of the Hippest. No, they didn’t sponsor. I paid my own moolah. But that’s cuz I love them!

What do you mean, actually use it as a key chain? Are you crazy? Oh no! This baby stays on my purse, where it can be protected, fawned over, and shown off on a regular basis, but thanks for asking!

The bracelet, while super awesome in and of itself, could be attributed to allowing myself to hit SUBMIT ORDER before letting myself think the whole process through. My friend and BlogHer10 roomie, Juliette, just spent a very reasonable amount of money on business cards and other Things That Make Sense. I? spent a very unreasonable amount of money on Things That Don’t.

And here’s the beauty of it, folks.  I still feel good about it. Because thanks to Survival of the Hippest, I can count on making an impression even if I don’t squee, fan-girl, or otherwise make an ass of myself.

But since we all know I’ll be doing plenty of all of those, I can now safely say all my bases are covered.

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