[i cook in my sleep]

Monday for lunch, Kristen with a K and I took new hire Jason to lunch. We went to High Street Pub because one, it’s close and B, I like their veggie burgers.

So we sat down, waited an appropriate amount of time to get noticed by the waiter and ordered. “Veggie burger please.”

Our waiter sat down beside us, the expression he was sporting was looking bad for me and my tasty burger. “We don’t have veggie burgers. You see, they’re re-working their plant so there are no veggie burgers right now. And no Boca Burgers either. Everyone is buying those up so they’re off the shelves. So…”

“So no veggie burger.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

So I ended up with a hummus plate, but still. No veggie burgers? I was distraught!

Of course I called my mom the next day. “Mom, no veggie burgers!”

She told me that it happens, that the factory sets the same footprint, making x amount of one product before resetting for the next product, but if supplies happen to run out before it’s set back to that original product, people have to go without or learn to make them from scratch.

I told her I’d had a dream that I’d gone to the High Street Pub and showed the Chef there how to make the veggie burgers we made as kids. She laughed and said they’d probably taste a lot better. “You made a good burger,” she said.

I love my mom.

She’s the only person I know that laughs at the idea of me cooking in my sleep.

[this is fun, but can i get off before i puke?]

I think I’m going to be dusting off and buffing up some of my tutorial templates for different social media tools in the next weeks and posting them here for people I met up with at BlogHer08.

If there are any templates someone would like to see first, just ask. I’ll work on those before any others. Gosh, it’s been a full day and I’m still mostly glowing from the last day at the conference.

While for the most part, BlogHer rocked, there were some rather unpleasant surprises along the way. One, surprisingly, happened in the exhibitor hall.

Now, I’m usually behind the table at expo’s and conventions. It’s rare I get to play at being the attendee and being pampered too. One of the rules of a table I run is that everyone is a customer. Even the people working the convention. Never deny someone your time and information just because they don’t hit a demographic. Be gracious and smile. For bobsake smile.

So imagine my humiliation at finding a vendor (whom I won’t name) completely ignoring me because I wasn’t a mom.

Me: Hi, this looks interesting, can you tell  me about it?
Her: Sure! How old is your child?
Me: Oh, I don’t have any kids, but I have a niece who will be turning 5 next month. (says the auntie who spoils her only niece shamelessly)
Her, with a slight frown: Where do you blog then?
Me: Oh, I’m a corporate blogger. I work for PAS and run their Business in General blog.
Her, with raised eyebrow and slight disdain: Oh….

and then, gentle reader, she turned her head. No, turned her entire body away from me. Giving me the clear brush off.

I was stunned. Absolutely stunned. In my mind, at that second as I move away from her table, I hear my little internal voice say quite clearly – “Lady. My niece is turning five, and she has a very, VERY generous and loving Auntie.  You have a product of which there is a rather large sticker price. So, in the immortal words of Julia Roberts from the movie Pretty Woman, ‘Big mistake. Huge!’”

[there is no right way to sing this song]

The story goes like this.

I went to BlogHer not expecting much and after two days I take away a new inspiration to begin blogging again.  It’s funny where you find passion, you know? You see it in little places, small spaces and then for a moment, it brushes against you and inspires you to find something to be passionate about.

BlogHer has done that with me.

I want to find my passion again. I want to find a joy in my voice.

Tomorrow I begin to Zen my online life. Simplify and focus.

Tomorrow is a new day.

[looking vacation in the face]

I’m a week out from vacation time. Less than a week actually. And I couldn’t be happier. Need a week of reading, because that would be realllly nice.

I’ve decided to go buy new curtains for my room. I would like something that shuts out the sun a bit more in the mornings. I’m tired of waking up with the sun on the weekends. Maybe some of my sleeping problems weren’t my bed’s fault. Maybe some of it was the fact that light was coming into my room and effecting my sleep. Things that make you go hmmm indeed.

Beowulf is going to release next weekend. I think. I’m excited about seeing it. I know it’s getting panned a lot of places, but I think its gonna be really rockin.

Work will be busy this week. Lots to do. Lots to get done. I’m not in any way ready.

Vacation in a week.

*gulp*

[So... that happened.]

Right after my last update on this thing, my domain was hijacked by … well, let’s just say alls well that ends well. Or some such.

Am going to NYC for a week, which is nice. I haven’t been back there in a while. I’ll see some friends and go to a couple shows and otherwise spend a lot of times in meetings.

Then from NYC it’s straight to SFO where it will be no business only pleasure. Bishie bonzi!

I bought a new bed. A temperpedic adjustable. Omg I feel old now. But I’m sure it’s going to be a back saver.

Anyway, I also updated the platform for this blog and it made strange little characters appear. That’s fun. Yay for updates.

Time for editing, and then perhaps some sitting like a slug on the sofa while watching the pretty images on the square box.

[days one and two. respectfully.]

The worst thing about flying first class is you can’t imagine flying any way else ever again. Especially on long trips.It’s simply unfathomable. The seats are larger so I can move and twitch and readjust to my hearts content without bugging the hell out of my seat mate. That’s vital. Because with the state of my back these days, I really need to be able to move around without feeling like the person next to me is going to smother me with a pillow.

The weather was so bad from Denver to Boston they kept re-routing us North until we were practically in Canadian airspace.”And if you look out the left side of the plane, you can see Ottawa.”

SO yes. First class good.

My first thought when I got to our booth space was … too small. It didn’t seem big enough for a 10×10. And then I looked at all the boxes and panicked. There was no way I was going to get everything in the booth I needed to. After spending 2 hours hauling boxes and shoving things this way and that… there’s no room for everything. I’m not going to name names, but …. *growl*

All in all, the space is going to look ok. Not as nice as I’d like it to be, but what can you do.

Now I’m going to waste a little time here before heading off to get officially registered and then catch a train to Braintree and see Kendra for dinner. I’m so excited to finally meet her. I can hardly contain my gleeful joy.

[how about now?]

My parents are back in the states. This is a good thing. I’ve really missed being able to pick up the phone and call Mom with any little question that happens to pop in. Like… how many 1/4 cups is in a quart. Seriously, these things come up.

[pre packaged, taste free]

I meant to write something today. It’s amazing how much stress can corrode your brain until there’s nothing left but the ability to sit on the couch and watch numbing tv.

Mom and Dad are out of India and Nepal or where ever else it was they were supposed to be the last couple of weeks. They’re in Amsterdam, most likely looking for clean water and toilets you sit on. Then it’s off to Poland for them. I’m jealous, if I didn’t have this show to do in a couple of weeks, I would have gone too. Next time.

We can be Heroes

Cale and I talk about Heroes and Lost every week. It’s part of our morning rituals.

Heroes had its season finale this past Monday and Lost’s is tonight last night. I’m wondering what the next show in line for our morning chat will be. I’m going to put my vote in right now for “So you think you can dance?” Last year I got sucked into that show what with it’s crazy legs and cute boys flirting with … well everyone on stage. It was a beautiful thing.

I think I had a lot more to say, but I can’t remember now.

So instead, watch this. It’s pretty.