Today’s post contains profanity not suitable for the following audiences: my mother, people offended by profanity. As posts about the takeaways from the Type A Conference begin to flood the blog world, there’s a lesson I learned that I want to make sure no one misses: Kick Fear In The Teeth. Stomp on it like…
fear
I’m not that girl
I know the blogosphere does not need another post about BlogHer and I know that Babe Chilla will probably excommunicate me for writing this. But I had a meltdown last night and this needs to be written. I’m really, ridiculously, blinders-on excited about BlogHer. Y’all, I haven’t been as excited as I am right now…
He needed me. And I found a way to get there.
This morning I got up, showered, vacuumed, made coffee, and broke down a door. All before 10:00 a.m. Yes. You read that correctly. I broke down my own front door. Here’s how the conversation that led to this went: Dan: “You know, Jennifer’s coming over this morning. You might want to clean the rest of…