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BlogHer DC 2008

Sunday – After what shall forever be known as the week of a zillion hysterical Tweets, Sarah, Missy and I piled into a Saturn VUE and drove from Knoxville to DC. Okay, we drove to Bethesda, but that’s like DC’s version of Farragut. Actually, the only thing Farragut and Bethesda have in common is that […]

Sarah says:

Danny: “What is at the top of your must-see list?” Me: “Since we don’t have much time, we’re thinking the National Mall.” Sarah: “Oh! Is that the mall with three floors of shops?”

Home Depot and Sephora blend together

Since Sarah kept complaining about Amy using her desk, I dragged Sarah’s old desk out of the garage so that Amy could have a desk of her own. The desk has been in storage for several years and I had forgotten it was multiple pastel colors. Pastel green, yellow and purple are fine for a […]

hoodie > sweater

Me: “Sarah, do you have a sweater for DC?” Sarah: “Ew. Sweaters are for old people.” Me: “I meant a pullover sweater, not a button up sweater.” Sarah: “Ugh. That is so gross.” I am going to look old and gross at BlogHer. Sarah is going to look cold. I’m not sure which is worse.

Dear Sarah,

Dear healthy, able-bodied, teenage daughter, If you want to go to the mall after school, please put one foot in front of the other and get yourself there instead of waiting until I drive all the way over to the school and asking for a ride to the mall. Kthxbai. Mom

duct tape is not a foundation garment

Sarah’s color guard costume last year had some problems. First, the teacher didn’t want any clear bra straps or underwear lines, so the girls went extreme commando. Then, the teacher complained about noticing when the girls were cold. The improvised solution was a band of duct tape acting as a strapless bra. Parents were less […]

doing something for me

I have wanted to attend BlogHer since the very first gathering in 2005. Every year it rolled around and I came up with dozens of reasons not to go. Because I want to just isn’t a good reason to do something. Except, I still want to go. If I keep waiting for it to be […]