Where is my assistant.
Oh yeah-I don't have an assistant.
Well if I did I would totally be telling her to "Forward all my calls! I'll be at a conference this weekend in Chicago!" And I'd be yelling like that and pointing my finger in the air.
Also, I'd say "Take a memo!" and "Get me Marketing on the phone." And they'd be all: "Marketing Department..." and I'd be all: "Never mind. Keep up the good work." And then I'd make my assistant run out and get me a sausage egg sandwich from Dunkin Donuts.
Where was I.
Oh YEAH - I really am going to be at a conference - a BLOGGER'S conference, BlogHer '09 , which for you guys who don't blog probably sounds about as reasonable as an "e-mailers conference", but for us who do it is The. Coolest. Thing. EVER.
AND my roommate is the awesome Lisalicious from "Mommedy"
Oh look- a whole bunch of daddybloggers just flooded the phone lines with late registrations.
Anyway. It's going to be non-stop drinking, dancing and talking about boys enlightening seminars on monetizing, demographics and html advances.
Therefore I have packed the 4 essentials:
Laptop.
BG.
Ed Head.
Ibuprofen.
Therefore I have packed the 4 essentials:
Laptop.
BG.
Ed Head.
Ibuprofen.
Bring it on, Chicago.
41 comments:
Okay Sue. I'll have my assistant call your assistant to set up a quick meet and greet in Chicago. I have some very exciting business stuff I have to speak with you about....
M'kay?
:-)
Seriously dude. Hope to uh, run into you.
GOD- I can't wait to meet you and hangout!
You bet BG is going to make the most of it.. Watch out BlogHers!
It sounds like a lot of fun.
Eeeekkk! I am totally tracking you down, lady. Can't wait!
Have fun and for some reason I think the two of you like trouble ....so I can't wait to read the stories!
I'm envious!!!! Tell us all about it when you come back. I wonder if there will ever be a blogger get together in the south. :-)
Don't forget your FUD :o)
Is Chicago really ready for BG?
I cannot WAIT to hear YOUR recap when you get home. Because out of all the recaps that will be floating around, something tells me yours will be THE BEST!!! And most hilarious!!
jealous much?
thats me talking to myself. in which i would reply yes! i am so frigging jealous of all ya'll going to Blogher. ya'll rock!! have a blast!
You're actually taking your Ed Head? Hahaha! :)
That may be the funniest post title I've read. Coffee-on-keyboard funny!
That sounds like so much fun! I have been interested in learning more about BlogHer. Is it worth it?
I hope that you have a fabulous time. Bring back some good pointers to share with us all.
Hilarious.
Do you have any freaking idea how excited I am to meet you. In person.
PLEASETAKEMEWITHYOU!!!!!!!!!!
Have fun! I'll be home crying salty salty tears. And listening to Ukranian polka music, my new love.
Have a blast and think of me just once, even if it's to say, "The Mom Jen sucks for not coming!"
OMG! Are you FLYING there? I am so impressed! Wish I could go but I am too afraid of flying.
The Ed head and doll are hilarious! Have a great time!
We get to meet! Say, should I be looking for you, or is it easier if I watch for BG holding court around a table with a gaggle of women asking for his autograph?
Dude, I live near Chicago. Have Fun! I am not cool enough to go to Blogher!
me too!
Ahem,
ME TOO!!
That's when you say, 'oh yeah! I can't wait to meet you, Traci!'
Hmm. Maybe your non-assistant is a man, ever think of that? (Sexist.)
Or a hermaphrodite. You never know.
I refer to all my imaginary friends as "it". Because I'm respectful like that and I don't make assumptions, because making assumptions makes an ass out of u and mption.
I hope this isn't my first comment here. I think it might be.
Have fun at Blogher!
oh, and i so wanted to meet edward. *sigh*
Bring some Ibuprofen for Bossy, 'k?
I can't wait to hear about this. I am oddly intrigued.
I can't even believe I am not going. DAMN.
HAVE fun!
Have FUN!
love what you packed! have fun :)
I just found your blog and now follow you on Twitter thanks to the publicity you get from McMommywood! So I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I have been reading through archives and love, love, love your blog! :)
I just found your blog yesterday, and you are hilarious! You have just found yourself another loyal reader :) Hope you're having fun at BlogHer! Can't wait to hear stories when you get back!
LMAO Sue :) Have a great time!
Your blog makes me laugh so hard diet coke and vodka come out my nose! :)
I am now drinking the juice and following you. Hope you follow me because in a world like this it feels great to be stalked!
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