BlogHer

There's a conference going on right now in Chicago. It's a conference of bloggers, particularly WOMEN bloggers. It's called BlogHer. Isn't that clever?

My friend Tiffany, who lives near Chicago, actually asked me in May if I wanted to come up for it but at the time, I was so new to the Blogosphere that I couldn't imagine anything I wanted to do LESS. When I worked as a professional fundraiser, the last thing I ever wanted to do was the networking thing with other people who wanted to raise money just like me. (Although I was pretty happy to network with people who could GIVE me money--that part was fun.) So, I thought that a convention of bloggers would be TERRIBLE --I mean, isn't that like a convention of WRITERS? Like other people who bump into furniture and stare at their own offspring with great surprise to find themselves parents? And blogging--I mean, what's to see? It's not like a knitting convention where you can admire people's yarn and completed and unfinished projects. It's not like there are BOOKS to take home or whatever.

Well, the day is almost here and BlogHer is beginning. I'm positively sulking that I am not there. Ladies and Gentleman (hi, honey!), I present to you the top ten reasons I wish I was at BlogHer.

1. It's raining here. (SURPRISE! More rain! Have I mentioned the rain?)

2. It might be raining at BlogHer, too, but I wouldn't be cooped up with my children and four pets THERE.

3. I have gotten to where I read a lot of blogs and a lot of the bloggers I like best are going to be at BlogHer.

4. My friend Tiffany works about ten minutes from where BlogHer is being held. I haven't seen her in, oh, ever. Seriously, she's among my closest, oldest, dearest friends ever -- she edited my book, she is my writing mentor, we've done some serious spiritual studies together, we've dissected parenthood and the political climate -- and I've never met her in real life. I would really like to hug her neck.

5. Did I mention that it's raining here and I'm cooped up with all these kids and pets, all of them shedding profusely (especially the children)?

6. All the cool kids are going.

7. I could use some ideas on why I love this blogging thing so much. I mean, I'm a writer and have written all my life. But right now, blogging is firmly in my top slot on my list of Favorite Writing Activities. Seriously, I just love it. I love the feedback, I love that I can post pictures. I love that I don't have to write a certain length every time I post. I just love it. But I have no idea why. It seems like some of the bloggers at BlogHer would know.

8. I also don't know if I'm any good at it. I think going to BlogHer would help me know one way or the other. Like being an Editor allowed me the great opportunity of reading and judging a LOT of freelance writing. I came away from that job pretty convinced that I'm a good writer. Bad punctuator; good writer.

9. Being away from my children always makes me appreciate them more. I find I am lacking in a certain amount of appreciation given that it's RAINING AND WE ARE STUCK INSIDE and I haven't even had an uninterrupted PEE in, like, nine freaking years! Am I sounding a bit unappreciative on this Love Thursday? You bet your sweet bippy I am! (I don't even know what a sweet bippy is, nor where I pulled that phrase. I bet someone at BlogHer has a whole blog about it.)

10. If BlogHer ended up rating on the Suck-o-Meter, I could stay in my hotel room, watch movies and knit.

Given that I'm not there, here's the very best reason in the world for staying: my parents are back from Europe and they are coming to visit tonight! As soon as they get here, my work with those children will be done for about four days. In fact, I could probably GO to BlogHer and no one would notice.

Well, okay, except the pets.

Comments

You forgot to mention the great food chicago has!
Barb said…
Oh, I could have written a whole post about the food and the music alone... But then I would have run short of numbers with which to complain about the weather here. Man, I am so sick of the rain--my hair never dries. Cross fingers, I see something that looks like it might be the sun peeking through the trees...

PS: The name of your blog cracks me up.
Amanda said…
Bet your sweet bippy is from Rowan & MArtin's Laugh-In, along with my other favorite "Look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls".
Barb said…
Oh, I KNEW someone would know. I forgot all about the "Funk and Wagnalls!" You know, that really was the funniest show. Imagine a show that didn't need a laugh track...
RockStories said…
If it makes you feel any better, it's raining and raining and raining here, too...