Archive for Month: August, 2009


Meet Casey

Meet Casey

A girl logs on her to flower powered HP
She says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly
Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A girl sings karaoke
She sings why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And my nights are so long
Wheres my hubs and family
What if I die here
Who’ll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone gone
She ducked back under the super pretty HP
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A girl walks down the street
Its a street in a strange world
Maybe its the third world
Maybe its her first time around
She doesn’t speak the language
She holds no currency
She is a foreign girl
She is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
She looks around, around
She sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
She says amen! and hallelujah!

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Original song by: Mr. Paul Simon
(duh!)

Casey,

No matter who your body guard is or who your body guard isn’t, I want you to know that you have had the power to bring me to tears with your written and spoken word.  I want you to know that you have made me lose my breath by way of your beauty.  I want you to know that I am thankful that I have met you in “real life” and that we are bonded by this blog-o-sphere!

You can have countless Als and Bettys in your life!  So Betty when you call me, you can call me Al!

Meet Danielle

Meet Danielle

“You are fabulous,” she said as she locked her eyes on to mine.

{I sighed}

“You know you are fabulous, right?” she rhetorically asked.

{I nodded}

“Take a few minutes, go upstairs to your room, think about things, and when you come back you will feel so much better. O.K.?  I believe in you!” she easily said with the gusto that a thousand years of friendship could bring.  Only we had just met that very moment.

That was at Blissdom’09.  I was there to do a job.  I was hired under the pretense that I could do the job.  Of course I could, but self doubt started to creep in.   Out of nowhere this beautiful, extraordinary woman came to me.  In that moment Danielle was my angel.  She reminded me that I knew was I was doing.  She reminded me that I needed to just breathe.  She reminded me that I was there for a purpose and that I was the perfect one for it.   She didn’t “know” me, yet she totally knew me!   That’s an angel, right?

Yes, she’s an angel.  And how lucky am I that she is mine!

Danielle and MishellePhoto by: Angie

Meet Pauline

Meet PaulineTije me vidoja, ama taja ne me vide
They saw me, but she didn’t

Draga Prijatelka Pavlina,

Ama mnogu mi je milo sto se najdovme na ovaj internet.  Znam deka ti si Polska, i jas sum Makedonka, ama mislam deka porastnavme vo istoto vreme so istite zelbi za nasijot zivot.  Samo jas tuka sum rodena.   A ti tamo.  Za tebe starijot kraj je nesto drugo.  Nema gajle, jas mislam deka nije se znaj me.

Znajs kolku si ubava?  Jas znam.

Znajs kolku sakam da te slusam koga zboruvas?   Vekje mozam tsel den.

Znajs deka si mnogu dobra majka?  Tvojte decina se tolku mili vo site sliki; se znaj deka majkata gi cuva dobro.

Stalno da znajs deka mi si prijatelka.  Za stalno!

Te sakaa,
Misel


My Dear Friend Pauline,

It means so much to we that we found each other on the internet.  I know that you are Polish and I am Macedonian, but I think that we grew up in the same times with the same wishes for how our lives would be.  The only difference is that I was born here and you were born there; for you “the old country” is something different.   That really doesn’t matter, though, as I believe that we get each other.

Do you know how beautiful you are?  I know.

Do you know that I love the way you talk?  I mean, I could listen to you all day long.

Do you know that you are a great mother?  Your children are so sweet in every photo; it shows how their mother keeps them so well.

I want you to know that you will always be my friend.  Forever.

With Love,
Mishelle

Meet Amy & Diane

Lovely Ladies Let Me Drink You Sweetly

You may know them as Doobleh-Vay and Momo Fali

If I didn’t love them so much I would have been insanely jealous of them.  Because they were roomies with Piper at BlogHer. At least I can say that Piper sure knows how to pick her friends.  Except that I already knew about the loveliness that is Amy and Diane.

I’ve been a long time reader of both, and both offer something pretty amazing to the blogging world.

1) They can write like nobody’s business.

2) They are beautiful to the max.

3) They both have their affiliations with Blog Nosh Mag (Amy being a channel editor and Momo being a featured guest)

4) They are smart, classy, unique, and absolutely addictive.   I mean, you get around them and you just crave more, more, more.

5) They are both friends with ME!

Lovely lad(ies), let me drink you, please,
I wont spill a, drop no, I promise you.
Lying under this spell you cast on me.
Each moment the more, I, love, you. crush me, come on. oh, yes.

Its crazy Im thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
Im here Im dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real, oh lord, or am I dreaming?

Meet Amy & Amber

Meet Amy

Amy on the streets of Chi-town

“I’m sorry,” I said in response to Amy telling us that she was in the process of getting a divorce.

You say that, right? You say your sorry when something ends, whether it be a life, a marriage, an agreement, a whatever.  What if it’s not ending, though?  What if it’s just beginning?

I listened to Amy tell Lotus about what was going on, interjecting a little bit here and a little bit there.  Mostly I just listened.  She sounded so confident that this was the best thing for everyone involved.   She sounded reborn and hopeful. I hung on her every word.

You say your sorry, it’s the polite thing to say, but after the initial blurt I didn’t feel sorry for my new friend anymore.

We had many moments of togetherness in our room.   I warned everyone that I might snore and one night Amy said she had to sleep with her iPod on.  I’m sorry for that.  In my defense, I had drank a lot and smoked a lot and those things amplify the snoring.   Oh, who am I kidding; I snore.

Amy is aptly @fruitlady on Twitter.  She’s a peach. She’s sweet.  She’s juicy.  She’s gorgeous. She’s perfectly imperfect (just like the rest of us.)  She’s definitely someone you want to keep in your bowl of fruits!   I mean, come on, she put snacks out on the desk for us.  Those yogurt covered raisins were the best!

Here’s to Amy as she embarks on a new phase in her life.   I wish her every single success in all that she encounters, in all her Inherent Passions.

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Meet Amber

Amber pictured on the left with the ever-lovely Sarah who is so sweet and delightful, it hurts!  I do have to say, too, that Sarah can talk me out of an anxiety attack any day.
Now that’s a good person to know!

The first thing I noticed about Amber was her smile.  It lights up her whole face.  She smiles, you smile.  I guarantee.

I got a text from her asking if she could meet me to get into the room.  I texted her back that I was in the room, and to just come on up.  I answered the door and there she was with her big smile and her gorgeous, golden, curly locks.   Instantly I knew that I’d like her.

Soon after she arrived she ordered room service.  She got her delicious looking and smelling chicken sandwich with fries, a little while later, and climbed under the covers and ate with the tray atop.   I’m kind of strange in that I love to watch people eat.  Amber made every bite look heavenly.  Like, I could see the gratefulness of life in each and every bite.  Yes,  Amber would be someone that I would grow to love.

Of course I snored for Amber, too.  I think she actually called out to me to roll over.  That was the night that it was just the two of us sleeping in the room.  When we woke up in the morning I remember having sweet morning conversations before getting ready to head out.   It’s those times that are formative in new relationships;  I’m so glad that I had the opportunity.

I learned that Amber is a travel blogger. I learned that her husband, Jamie, recently lost his great pumpkin, Charlie Brown, to very inclement weather.   I learned that she’s into doing stuff like a 5K rollerblade.  I learned that Amber is a Mile High Mama.   I learned that she’s Mormon and I told her that I wanted to be adopted by a Mormon family because they are just the happiest bunch of families I’ve ever seen.   And I think she said she would do it if it wasn’t for the snoring thing.

I don’t know how it happened, but I was lucky enough to have not ONE, not TWO, but THREE awesome roomies at BlogHer. Thanks for the great moments in Room 2346!



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