hootin’ and hollerin’: a blogger’s conference and a man weekend
About the time this posts, I’ll be landing in Chattanooga, Tennessee – about an hour and a half from my Alabama home. I should be looking for my dearest big sister blogging friend, Robin from Pensieve. I’ll spend a day with her, and we will talk A LOT, and I will meet her undoubtedly gorgeous family, and at some point we’ll drive to Asheville, North Carolina, a place I’ve always wanted to go.
Thanks to Type A Mom and The Sister Project, I get to go to the Type A Mom Conference, and I’m excited. I wish I could write about how strange a blogger’s conference is, how we have our own language and squeal and hug on people we’ve never seen in all our live-long days. We let all our blogginess hang right out there in public. Sometimes not talking about your blog is like wearing a pair of squeezing tight pants. A blogger’s conference is like finally getting to put on that elastic waistband, except for way cooler, for bloggers at least.
At a conference, a lot of hootin’ and hollerin’ goes on, and people like to talk about “SWAG.” Swag means free stuff. It’s fun. It’s educational. It’s a group of thinking women with a wildly passionate side and a wildly goofy side. It suits me well.
My first conference was Blissdom 09, and I promise that one night while in bed with Robin, just before drifting off, I laughed so hard that I slobbered on myself. This time I expect nothing different. My other two roomies are Sarah Mae from Like a Warm Cup of Coffee and Jessie from Muthering Heights. Sounds fun, huh? You know I’ll be reporting on it later.
I just wanted you to know why I’m quiet here for a few days and why I’ll probably write my heart out next week about my babies. I worried so much about missing them that a few nights ago, I got out of bed and sat with them while they slept. It was to pray – not to be all weird and hovery, just fyi.
This is all also to say, please pray for my fine hunk of a godly man! He’s a very good Daddy, but he’s just one guy, and they are three uncivilized kid boys. It could be a delicate time, but they’re calling it “Man Weekend.” They’ll drink root beer and watch football and eat nachos, I’m sure.
If you have an encouraging word for him, or for me, or for my unsuspecting new roommates, leave us a comment.
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