It Can’t All Be Queen Latifah + Roses, But It’s Close.

Last week was kind of a goat screw. 

I’m going to go out on a new-agey limb here and tell you who is to blame. 

Mercury.  That’s who. 

Mercury being in retrograde just screws everything up.  Stuff was JUST. going. wrong. I didn’t write because I was in such a foul, overwhelmed sort of mood. 

But this week?  As of Sunday, Mercury is charging full ahead instead of lollygagging behind, screwing with us.  I’m almost afraid to say it out loud for fear I will squash ALL THE GOODNESS.  Kind of like how every single time I’ve said, “oh Finn is sleeping through the night!” or “Tate hasn’t been sick all winter!”  BAM.  You’re slapped in the face with a wet noodle of awake filled nights and toddler vomit.  Then, Dave is pissed at me, all because I had to go and jinx it.

So hey, lean in real close, and I’ll whisper it.  OK?  The freaking good stuff is coming out of the woodwork and smacking me on the head.  Mercury needs to behave all the time.

AWESOME SAUCE.

As if BlogHer itself isn’t awesome enough?  Queen Latifah, yes, QUEEN LATIFAH is hosting the Voices of the Year keynote and one of my posts, is an honoree.  I get to hear Zakary of Raising Colorado, you know my adoration for years of her incredibly funny writing, read at Voices of the Year.  And also?  It’s her birthday on Friday. 

Me:  Oh hey, ZDub, what are you doing for your birthday?

ZDub: Oh not much, just reading my post and making a couple thousand people laugh.  And hanging out with Queen freaking Latifah.  Like a boss.

{This conversation only took place in my head, but I will definitely be hugging the shit out of her on Friday.}

If you see this girl, the one in the first photo, be nice and say hello.  Unless I’m hyperventilating with a paper bag and look like the second photo… in which case you can avert your eyes.  Kristin at Two Cannoli has graciously pinky sworn she will step in if she sees me fall on my ass wearing heels or otherwise embarrass myself and create a diversion.  I’m holding her to it.  {Miniature photo-bombing Dave on my shoulder not included.}

  

If you’re so inclined and want some good peeks of the conference, I’ll be Tweeting and Instagraming the hell out of BlogHer13.