Tag Archives: BlogHer

BlogHer 2012 Came and Went

BlogHer rocked. And I only went for one day. I can only imagine how much cooler it would have been if I could have stayed longer.

I met some of my favorite bloggers…and new bloggers.

Misty’s Laws, JM the Accidental Stepmom, Me, Go Jules Go

I got so much swag. For example…

Why, yes, I did receive a free Trojan vibrator at BlogHer.

I ate so much free food. And bloggers gave me presents. Presents are always welcome. Thanks, Misty and Jules!

Stache-Whisker glasses From Go Jules Go

If you’re interested in reading more about BlogHer 2012 adventures, check out these chicks who I met at BlogHer 2012:

BlogHer 2013 is in Chicago. Who’s going?

Favorite Comments From Last Post:

  • “When people ask you what happened, tell them you got into a wrestling match with a lion, and whooped it’s ass.”—Does This Make My Blog Look Fat?
  • “We rescued a teensy stray kitty this weekend… she’s only 3 or 4 weeks old and already my floor exercises offend her.”—Sugar Dish Me

My Cat’s Role Model Is Mike Tyson

Dear Esme,

W. T. F.

You suck.

I’m so mad I can’t even talk to you right now.

Not Sincerely,


Ms. Appear (We are no longer on a first name basis.)

Does this look infected to you?

Dear Esme,

I’ve calmed down a little, but you still suck.

What were you thinking? I’ll tell you what you were thinking: You weren’t thinking.

When I am laying on the floor doing crunches, I am off limits. Do not jump on my head and attack my ponytail. My ponytail is not your toy.

I do not appreciate the giant gash you left in my ear the day before BlogHer. If I wanted my ears pierced, I’d go to Claire’s thankyouverymuch.

As punishment, you are no longer allowed to hang out with Mike Tyson…ever again. Don’t even speak his name to me.

In the future, please refrain from scratching me and keep your paws claws to yourself.



PS: You’re still in trouble.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “So if I go into a vodka-induced coma, I’m going to have to hope I have more than little boys around. Wow. That MIGHT be the creepiest-sounding thing I’ve ever said.”—Go Jules Go

BlogHer in T-Minus 3…2…

BlogHer is in just a few days, and I’m super psyched to see…

Who else is going? Anybody? Hello? Hello?! Is this thing on?

I’m a little bummed that I’m only able to attend on Saturday, but it’s still exciting to meet the women behind the blogs.

A big thank you to Valerie for helping me with my new blog cards! Here’s the image:

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Oh yes, my dogs ALWAYS cuddled hardest against those that hated and/or were allergic to them. Animals sense when there are people who don’t want the around, and then they THRUST their love upon them. Wait, that sounded dirtier than I intended. Meh.”—Misty’s Laws

A Pop-Tart Falling Out

Pop-Tarts are officially…

  • in the dog house.
  • on the chopping block.
  • receiving my cold shoulder.
  • in hot water.
  • sleeping on the couch.

Out of the goodness of my heart, I volunteered to be the unofficial, unpaid Pop-Tart spokeswoman. And what has it gotten me?


I wrote Kellogg’s Pop-Tarts explaining how much I love Pop-Tarts and asked if they had something free to hand out at BlogHer to promote their product (and my blog).


Here’s the response:

How thoughtful of you to take the time to let us know that you love Kellogg’s® Pop-Tarts® as much as we do and that you take the time to blog about how much you enjoy them.

As you can imagine, each day our company receives numerous requests for product samples. While we wish that we could provide products to all of the individuals and organizations who contact us, the tremendous number of these requests simply makes it impossible for us to do so.

Meanwhile, we want you to know how much we appreciate the time you took to reach out to us. Thank you for your compliment.

Seriously? Hmph.

Not since last year’s Pumpkin Pie Pop-Tart debacle have Pop-Tarts and I been this much on the outs.

Our relationship is so one-sided. I don’t know if we can recover from this. (::sniffle::)

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “They should be deeply ashamed! Beer and pop tarts don’t mix (even the fake stuff). This photo is deeply disturbing.”—Angelia Sims

Who Wants a Chocolate Zombie Bunny?

Who’s going to BlogHer 2012 in August?

I see Misty jumping up and down with her hand raised. Anyone else? Anyone? Bueller?

You should go. It would be nice to meet you. But promise me you won’t be disappointed when you see that I’m not always hanging upside down from a beanbag in real life, ok?

Even if you’re not going to BlogHer, do you think you could vote for one of my posts?

I couldn’t decide between How To Ride a Mechanical Bull and Candyman, Candyman, Candyman….

If you like them, please vote here:

Quid pro quo.

In return, I’m giving away this zombie chocolate bunny. All you have to do is vote for me on BlogHer (or just say that you did–I’ll still give you the bunny) and then leave me a comment.

Make sure you leave your comment here  or on this post on Facebook before Friday at noon when I’ll randomly pick a winner.