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My grandson is a cutie patootie and growing like a weed. He’s already lost a lot of his baby look and he’s not even 1 yet! I’ve got to get to Georgia and squeeze those little cheeks and sniff his head before he transforms into a toddler completely.
Steph put some new pictures up on her flicker site. These are my favorites.
In Hollywood, the A-list refers to the most bankable movie stars; the C-list refers to the least. The D-list refers to a celebrity who would be considered obscure enough not to fit on the scale. There is a similar ranking for bloggers. I am on the D-List.
All of the A-list mommy bloggers are heading for Chicago in July for a big Blog-Love-Fest called Blogher. All of my favorites will be there. Many B and C list bloggers will be there too. Hoping, I’m sure, to learn a few tricks on how to move up the ranks in the blog world.
I would love to go to Blogher 07. But when you’re a D-list bloglebrity spending money on a 2-day blog-job event like Blogher is like asking to buy those $1000 shoes I covet. Fun to dream about but unlikely to occur. I mean what’s the point? Living on the D-list means you have to live in the real world. And the real world doesn’t include dropping a grand on what’s really an A-list event.
There were several contests where you could win a Blogher registration. I thought about entering one of them. But even if I won the $206 conference fee, I still couldn’t justify the cost of travel, lodging and food/booze. I could probably convince my sister-in-law to let me sleep on her couch if I promised not to drool on her cushions but you miss out on a lot of the fun at these type of events if you’re not staying at the hotel with everyone else. I’d also feel a lot less guilty about going if I were working. When you’re a spender and not an earner it’s hard to justify expensive trips that don’t include your spouse. If I were an A-list blogger I’d totally go though. Maybe even if I was a B-lister. As a D-lister, I’d probably just end up in jail for stalking my favorite writers. Maybe next year I’ll be an A (B? C?) lister!
I’m not even sure I want to be an A-list blogger. During my brief moment of fame, it was pretty cool to have a lot of people visiting the site and it would be really cool to have a lot of comments to the posts I write - some of those A-listers get hundreds of comments per post. But one thing I learned during those few days when so many people were visiting the site is that it’s hard to see if my friends and family dropped by when the list of visitors is so long. And I really don’t have time to read hundreds of comments every day. There are floors to be mopped and clothes to be folded around here you know. I’d probably cry if I got mean comments from some troll who stopped by. And I really don’t want a bunch of ads on my website - in fact I pay to not have them on our message board.
I mostly blog for fun. It’s something to do that is just mine that doesn’t involve cleaning or sweating. I like that it helps us keep in touch with the kids who no longer live in our house and helps our friends and other relatives keep tabs on our goings-on. But mostly I like being able to have my say. Here are my thoughts, my perspective, my version of the life I’m leading and NOBODY gets to interrupt before I’ve finished what I wanted to say.
But… there is a part of me that would love to be one of the A-list bloggers. There is this clique of popular mommies out there that are all linky-lovey with each other and they’re all having fun, hanging out together. I want to hang out with the cool A-lister crowd too. I know that makes me sound like some whiny high school girl but there it is. I want to be part of the cool crowd. And the cool crowd is headed to Blogher 07.
I won’t be. Instead I’ll be at home whining silently to myself “all the other mommy bloggers get to go.”
Just in case you need additional proof that Violet is just a little… well, let’s say different from the norm, check out these pictures:
Why is she taping her mouth shut? Who knows - even Violet couldn’t explain it. She just didn’t feel like talking and I guess she didn’t think it was physically possible to stop herself without taping her mouth shut.
That wouldn’t surprise me. She is constantly talking, singing, humming, and making a variety of clicking and snapping noises with her mouth. It can be annoying.
I don’t really mind Violet taping her mouth shut. In fact, I’ve wished a few of my other children would do this on occasion. I did have to draw the line when she started taping her eyelids open ala Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory.
I could just see her ripping out every eyelash when the tape came off and really how cute can a kid be with no eyelashes? Not very.
