10 seconds? that's what she said

There is so much to do and I'm running out of freakin' time.

I can't believe we are leaving for that unnamed conference on Wednesday. Perhaps I should resort to bullets instead of trying to write.

Yes, I will resort to bullets.

It's just like my wonderful friend Jezer is sitting next to me telling me to calm the heck down and just start writing - she is so sage.

OK, just breath MB and get a grip and get out yer' bullets - a list of things running through my head and that must be done NOW:

• I wish, I wish, I wish Jezer was going to the unmentionable conference because I really want to meet her in person
• Packing must be done, like yesterday
  
• Confirmation that the clothing, purchased specifically for this trip, fit because someone may have put on a few extra pounds in the past few weeks
• Someone needs to stop being so superficial but seriously folks, the clothing fit is required because from my understanding of reading the schedule and stuff, clothing is NOT optional at BlogHer
• I need to write up an "introduce myself" because Mrs. Chicky (did not tag me but) requested a 10 second introduction so she could just confirm my insanity prior to actually meeting (OMG I might meet THE Mrs. Chicky, in person, this week, GAH!)

I might just stop talking about the unnamed conference because it's annoying. I know it is but yet I'm compelled to keep chattering. Last year, this week was really annoying and sad and I couldn't help but feel like the girl who wasn't invited to the party.

That said, I was also inspired to scrape my pennies together (literally) and do what I could do to go to BlogHer this year. And I did, I sold some ad space (which at the time was akin to selling out to the man, but I got over that pretty quick), did odd jobs, rolled coins, and now here I am, going on a road trip to my current mecca and annoying the crap out of at least one other blogger.

Oh wait, I lost focus (what a surprize) - my ten second introduction:

Motherbumper...
talks a lot but says little
is incredibly shy
is often mistaken for bitchy and stuck-up (I'm only bitchy)
is easily distracted by shiny objects
loves movies starring her pretend boyfriend Viggo
finds networking** talking to new people painful unless under the influence
should not network** talk to new people when under the influence
has a beer belly that sadly is not made of beer

That said, go over and check out our progress on trippin' it the green fantastic at eco-trippin' - there is a super cool book to be won, just by leaving a comment at this post. Do it, it will make you feel greener and all happy-like.

** edited to add: I just realized that I used the word networking TWICE in my 10 second introduction and that made me feel all business like or something equally mature. Let me change networking to "talking to new people" - yes, that makes more sense.

Regardless of my screwy fears... I'll do it.