If I had only one word to describe BlogHer it would be
I know. I am not a big proponent of the term either but there it is. After months of anticipating this event, feeling both inadequate and fearful; I actually felt the ‘Squee’!
Last Thursday morning while waiting until it was time to pick up my roomie, Heather from the airport, I paced to the point of needing new carpet in my family room. (“Damn honey, I’m sorry. But so you know, we’ll probably have to get new furniture to match.”)
It was finally time to go and my stomach was doing flip flops that would put any Olympic gymnast to shame. (Would she like me? How will I find her?)
Well, of course she would find me with the sign, but would she like me?
And then I saw her and I “Squee’d”, but I realized it wasn’t just me. It was in stereo.
I did the whole ‘Squee’ thing again and again while meeting quite a few more bloggers in person but did not embarrass myself until the last day.
My whole conservatism and non idolism met its match when I ran into Ree of The Pioneer Woman outside of one of the sessions. I completely lost any sense of decorum. (Please keep in mind this was the first blogger I ever read…and the reason I started blogging.)
I was all ‘SQUEE, SQUEE’ on the inside; and all “blah, blah, I’m a fan” blubbering on the outside. She actually asked me for my card…another SQUEEEE! She may have wanted it because she forgot to pack dental floss, but I’m thinking it’s it’s getting handed over to the FBI.
Regardless, she agreed to take a photo with me. Note how she is leaning into her husband and he’s got a hold on one of the boys. All I have to say is “I swear I’m harmless and be glad I didn’t ask your husband to turn around for the photo as I’m used to seeing him in his chaps!”
Oh, and SQUEEEE!