The Post-BlogHer Post

I AM thankful, overwhelmed, sick, and inspired.

I WANT to spend 24 solid hours reading and writing and reading and writing some more. And then sleeping.

I WISH I hadn’t read everyone else’s extremely thoughtful and delightfully written recap posts, so I wouldn’t be so stricken with performance anxiety.

I MISS Julie, and all of you who were there, and all of you who weren’t!

I HEAR that while I was gone, my mother-in-law taught my daughter a new word in quasi-, 2nd-generation Italian to describe my troublemaking toddler (patangala).

I WONDER how all you blogging babes got to be so darn gor-gee-ous.

I REGRET not meeting Supa and Julia and many others. And that Jennster never called me a whore (that bitch).

I AM NOT aspiring to make my living as a blogger. Dooce scared the pants off me in that regard.

I DANCE on the edge of exhaustion, at the moment.

I AM NOT ALWAYS a mommy although I am always someone’s mother.

I WRITE for fun, but I get paid to edit.

I CONFUSE “like” and “love” sometimes.

I NEED a laptop.

I SHOULD start reading the Huffington Post.

I START every day thinking about what I’m going to write next.

I FINISH every day thinking about what I’m going to write next.

I TAG no one because this meme has long since run its course.

Next up: A blogroll overhaul.