Journalcon – part one

Friday August 20th –

We got a late start, we always do. There is no chance of Tony and I ever leaving the house on time. None, not even a tiny little bit of one.

So, about noon or so, we’re pulling out. The van is loaded with 2 suitcases, 1 duffel bag, 1 cooler, Tony and I. It’s fucking hot. 94 degrees as we’re leaving the Beach. Our van? Has no air conditioning. None, the fucker died last year not long after we bought it.

Now, those of you who I met are wondering why we didn’t get the hotel until 4PM when it should have taken us less than 2 hours? Well, we did have a couple stops to make but, really what it boils down to is Mapquest being the devil.

The directions started off fine, for the part we actually knew. We got to Maryland, up 301, to RT 5 with no problem. It was the next turn that fucked us up. We spent over an hour trying to figure out which fucking road we should actually be on.

By that point it was 98 degrees outside. We’ve been driving for 2.5 hours and should be at the hotel. I planned on lounge sitting to watch people come in. Little did we know that what should have been another 35-40 minutes would take us 1.5 more hours.

Fucking Mapquest sent us to the wrong part of DC. Now, imagine two people who live outside a little bitty town that just got its first traffic light a few years ago. Then through those two people into DC with the fucking street system from hell.

Not only were we in DC but, we were hot and tired by now, since neither of us had much sleep. Plus we were driving through some of the worst sections of the city looking like complete rubes. How we made it to the Helix without being mugged, robbed, or just pointed and laughed at is beyond me.

Eventually we lucked out and ran into a road that we had on our directions, and then in the distance a sparkling jewel appeared. Shining for all to see its wonder. The damn road sign that said “Rhode Island.” I almost peed I was so damn happy.

We pulled in and Tony went to check us in. No problems other than we were supposed to have a King bed and didn’t. He wheeled me inside to the Lounge and I just sat there in the midst of a panic attack.

Y’all, I was freaking out. Then Pineapple approached me. Now, I’m hot, sweaty, covered in half a bottle of water as I was so hot I had to do something. My hair is a mess and I’m trying not to hyperventilate. Pineapple made me feel comfortable, introduced me to a few other people (whom I squeaked hello to, I was really nervous and contrary to how I acted, scared to death) then helped me go register.

Once I was registered, I talked to Kalamity and booger for a few and slowly but surely, more and more people came up to me.

You know what, on with the squee, after that’s done I’ll write the long detailed thingy out.

Angeline is cute and funny and makes pretty heart magnets. And she rode a long way with Molly Tenyu to get to Journalcon. Angeline also makes the best purses. She made a kick ass one for Mo, that had it not said MoPie on it, would have come home with me. Molly is brash and outspoken and for some reason small children latch onto her.

Sassy has the best socks and lighter ever. Plus, she’s sweet and nice and can way get her drink on.

Mo, what can I say about Mo that no one else has. Hmm, she’s just wonderful and rocked as a panel moderator. And she has two parakeets that will peck your eyes out.

Weetabix is the round, curvy sex goddess she claims to be. She dresses so cute and is so smart and funny. Weet also told me the real name of the Hoochie Mama store as, I so need a pink purse like hers. She kicks ass as a fellow panelist.

TranceJen. I don’t even know where to begin. Smart with a raary voice. And she can party like no one else. If you see the picture of us on her page, I was the one about to vomit which is why I was looking like that. Sitting in front of a roomful of people is scary.

Coleend is beautful inside and out. I want her to live here so, I can see her all the time. She is intelligent, friendly and just a wonderful person.

KarenD has to be the friendliest woman on the planet. Always smiling, always offering help and she had the cutest swag. Quilted magnets that she made herself. KarenD also introduced us to Ethiopian food which I am now in love with.

Chickie is Mom to a beautiful little girl. On top of that she is a lawyer, and smart, and cute, and funny and I want her to live here.

Pineapple rocks. She introduced herself to me immediately and helped me to dive right into things.

Pratt of Blog of Pratt, hee. Cute and funny and lover of bunnies. I have one of his CDs and you don’t.

Minarae is just beautiful and smiley and nice and wonderful and I wish I would have been able to spend more time with her. She picked on me at the opening session and got me past my initial nerves of actually speaking aloud. Go to her site and help her save the boobies!

Columbine. Now, I didn’t get to talk to him much but he spoke on one panel and was at the lunch with the other Suspects. Smart as a whip and hot as hell, as well. His wife? Cute as the dickens, even though I don’t think I spoke two words to her.

LisaNH Another person I talked to for only a few minutes. I really like Lisa. She was on the panel with Columbine and Kythryne. It was great and open and they served wine.

Erin. I’ve been reading Erin forever then lost her link. I refound her through the JournalCon site and I’m so glad. Her and Whitney (they’re sisters) are so nice and did a great job with the parenting panel.

Whitney Hey, what can I say, she’s sweet and wellspoken and has the cutest nickname for her child.

Kiffer I can not find her link but, she is just bubbly. We got to the 3WA dinner late and she welcomed us right in.

Lucy Rhombus has a smile that will just knock you over. And a wonderful book that I won at her panel.

Juliekins is hot. Oh, she tries to hide it online but, she just sizzles. Plus she is smart and funny and grabbed her boobs at dinner.

lisarock. Holy shit, if you have never met her you must. She fucking rules.

cosmiccrayola. A wonderful woman who is forever on my links list, now.

bozoette Smart, funny, great writer, she has a book out, go to her site and buy it.

booger

Kalamity

Russiagirl

The above three, the committee. I didn’t get to talk to any of them for too long but, the time I did was great. Overworked but, always smiling.

kismet is pretty and tall and so nice. And she eats scary raw meat.

Meg has cool fucking hair and the sweetest voice. Plus she makes doggie treats that my big dog loves.

Kat is beyond gorgeous. Everytime I saw her she was nice as hell and always had something to say. You all should read her.

Chiara. Okay, Chiara did a read at the invited readings that was so well done and funny, she needs to come here and read me bedtime stories. Except I would be too enthralled to sleep.

Stef has a secret wild woman side that she hides well online. I love her. Her hair is so long and pretty that it makes me want it.

Amandapage has a great accent and was incredibly nice. Although she did try to poison me with a Musk Stick. Just remember TimTams=good Muskanything=evil.

And, I know I left people out but, damn there were a lot of us. I can already think of a few (like Jessi) but, I will have more to say later. Now, onto the pictures. There are 7 pages of them. I have more somewhere but, I need to upload this before I am beat to death by Nance.

Also, I have pens and stickers left. If you want one, email me and I will send them to you.

Wow…

This is a JournalCon entry but, not THE Journalcon Entry. I’m working on a write up of the weekend with pictures that I hope to have up within a day or two.

I met 100+ people this weekend in Washington, DC. A lot of those people walked up to me and told me they read me and hi and I like your site. It was wonderful, yet, odd in a way.

I’ve been writing this journal for 4.5 years, now. I spent a few months on Geocities, then bought mutteringfool.com and have been here since then. Now, I have a lot of readers that I know in real life. I know they read, encourage them to comment, and don’t have any problem with it. (Other than the fact that I can’t be in the room when Tony reads me site. Don’t ask, I don’t understand it either.)

For the past 4.5 years I’ve known that people I didn’t know were reading. I’ve talked with a lot of people, chatted with them, posted to forums, and on and on. You know, doing the whole internet thing.

It wasn’t until this weekend that the connection between internet and there actually being real live people on the other side of the screen really clicked in my head. As I told Tony on our drive home “It seems different, now.”

Now that I had the chance to met people, I wondered if it would change my tone of writing or if I would feel strange about it. Yeah, I do feel a little different.

But, it’s not a bad different. It’s just different. I can put voices to journals and forum posts. I can see someone’s face as they really are, not just as the face I had in my head. The illogical part of my brain has connected the journals I read to real people.

It’s a good thing, it really is.

As for the people who came up to me and told me that the read me. I love that shit. Really, there is no better way to secure your place in my heart as telling me you enjoy reading what I dribble out here. I’m in awe of many of you, as really there are some fantastic writers who are part of this segment of the web.

I’m extremely glad I went this weekend, even following the bout of nerves I had last week. If I hadn’t gone or had hidden in my room all weekend I would have disappointed myself, and have missed out on this connection to everyone.

Hopefully, I’ll have my other entry up within a day or so, I’m cropping pictures as soon as this is posted.

Have a wonderful day,

25 hours….

We leave for Journalcon tomorrow morning. I’ve just finished laundry for the weekend and I am getting ready to run final errands before we leave.

My panel is coming together nicely, in fact I feel much better about things now. If you’re going to JournalCon make sure you come to the Saturday 1:30PM Journal Secrecy panel. That is where you will find me, Mo, Weetabix, and TranceJen.

I won’t have access this weekend unless some kind soul allows me to borrow a few minutes time on their laptop, so have a good weekend, my lovelies. I promise to come back and report everything I can remember.

I’m off to run errands, see you all on the flip side.

Mish Mish…

A few various things before the actual entry

  • Congratulations to two of my best friends in the world. Stacy and Jo-Anne welcomed their new son into the world yesterday, August 17th at 2:15 in the afternoon. Sammy weighed in at 6 lbs 15 oz and 20.5 inches long. He’s a little tow haired boy.
  • My face is getting better. I remarked on TUS the other day that my face had a red, swollen, itchy patch from my left ear, over my nose and down the right side of my face. It seems I was bitten by a spider (in my ear of all places) and was having a reaction to that. I’m feeling much better, my temperature is down, and the red is gone.
  • I’m also feeling better from my cold. I’ll be coughing for weeks but, I won’t infect anyone, now. It’s the price of having little kids around, they are germ factories who pass them to me.

This has been an odd week. Tre’s off at his Grandmother’s and Kyrsie has been at preschool so, I’ve been completely devoid of children. Which means I haven’t done a damn thing other than goof off online and sleep.

I’ve slept more hours this week than I have in months. It has been glorious even if the hours that I have slept have been when the rest of the world is awake. Don’t get me wrong, I miss Tre. I miss him so much that I have a picture of him on my desktop from his birthday party.

My sweet little nephew turned 1 last Saturday. We had a houseful of people celebrating his birthday. Of course, he had no clue of what was going on. He just ran around giggling and being his cute little self. His Dad opened up his first present and Tre was happy with that. A play phone that made noises. He didn’t care about the whole gigantic pile of stuff from everyone else, he just wanted his phone.

The cake? Well, he got a mouthful of frosting and lost interest since he doesn’t actually like frosting. He’ll eat the cake part but, he’ll drool frosting out of his mouth. That’s another way he is just like his Dad. My brother, Richie, doesn’t eat most sweets. He doesn’t like cake, doesn’t eat candy, doesn’t even like most ice cream. For his birthday he has always gotten things like birthday cinnamon rolls or cookies.

And, now his son is just as big a weirdo as him. I mean who doesn’t like chocolate?

Okay, back to my week. I’m in the middle of washing a massive load of clothes. I realized if I didn’t wash clothes today I was going to end up naked at JournalCon. While, Tony might appreciate that, I don’t think anyone else would. I can’t believe I left it this long.

I had two overflowing bushels plus the mesh hamper bag we have was filled to the brim. After all of that was taken out, Tony found another half a bushel of dirty clothes. As I was sorting them the piles (blacks, whites, colors, towels, underwear) grew and grew and grew. The pile of whites, alone was as high as my hip. Now, I’m not tall but, damn. That’s a huge stack of clothes.

And, that was one pile. All of the other ones were about the same size, except for the towels, those are in two seperate, tall as hell, piles. Right now, I’m on load number 4 in the washer, 3 in the drier and the kitchen floor still looks like a warzone.

I don’t know why I always put off doing laundry as I actually like washing clothes. I love the way they smell and feel when the first come out of the drier. The only part I don’t like is folding them and putting them away. This time, I’m folding and putting some of them directly into suitcases. Since we’re going away this weekend, I figured it would be easier to do it that way.

Except, I can’t decide what to take. I know what the weather is going to be like (90s Friday, 80s Saturday, 70s Sunday) I just can’t decide what I should wear. Do I go with my normal mode of clothing (capris and t-shirts or dresses) or dress like everyone else. Well, actually I don’t own blue jeans so, that’s kind of out.

You see, I don’t like jeans. At all. I wore them for years because that’s just what you wore. I hated them. Jeans are hot and until you’ve owned them 4 years and washed them 100s of times they just aren’t comfortable.

Plus, trying be a short, fat woman. Jeans just are cut to fit short, fat woman. If they fit right at the hips, the waist bulged way out. If they waist and hips did (by some miracle) actually fit they were a foot too long.

Hell, now even if I wanted to buy a pair of jeans, they are all fucking low cut. Even if I was a size 4, I just don’t see that happening. I like my pants to hit my waist, damnit. Nor do I like pants that flare a lot at the ankles. So, I gave up and went with what I liked. Loose, flowy black pants or capris or dresses.

If I had the money I’d wear nothing but skirts and dresses. I just like them. It’s no antifeminist statement (like a few people have told me) or anything like that. I think they look better on me, they’re comfortable and, I just like them.

But, the problem with that is you have to have more dresses than other types of clothes. There is no mixing and matching of various pieces, it’s just one piece, no making it look like an entirely different outfit.

And dresses really aren’t suited for the shooting range or going camping, either. I know, I know, women used to wear dresses for that kind of thing but, have you ever tried to cook over a campfire with loose, flowing clothing around?

That is not a good thing.

Why, you may ask, am I rambling like this? I’m nervous. In 2 days I will be meeting 120+ people at JournalCon. I know none of them. In fact, I haven’t met anyone from the journaling community in real life. I’ve only met people from online a couple of times. Sure, they all went well but, that was a different crowd.

I’m afraid that no one will speak to me. That I’ll end up sitting by myself and not having a damn bit of fun. I’m terrified that people will look right past me. Whenever I’m out in public in my chair, that happens. At a store, the cashiers talk to Tony, at a restaurant the servers treat me like I’m an idiot. People look right over my head.

I don’t want this weekend to be that way. I want to have a good time, make some friends, and really get away from my worries.

Yet, I’m sitting here, worried about meeting everyone. Plus, I’m on a panel Saturday and doing a reading Sunday morning. TranceJen and Weetabix have agreed to be on the panel with me, and the lovely Mo is our moderator. Three wonderful, smart, cute women and me. I’m a nervous wreck and the more I write the bigger the butterflies get. Hell, maybe I’ll bribe my audience with alcohol like Mo suggested.

A question for anyone reading this, how do you get over nerves like this? Comments are below or you can email me. I’m serious. How do I get over this sudden fit of fear?

Thank You…

Today (well, yesterday, now) was one of those days. I’m sick, I was exhausted, I was in a seriously bad mood.Then, I received a package in the mail. Now, I hadn’t ordered anything in a while, so I knew I hadn’t bought it. I opened the box and out fell the soundtrack to “Hedwig and the Angry Inch.” Now, I adore Hedwig. I’ve watched the movie probably 100+ times. I love the music but, hadn’t been able to afford to buy the soundtrack.

I’m not sure of the online name the person uses, but, I wanted to thank her here. V, thank you for this gift. After the week I’ve had it was the greatest surprise, ever. Please, email me so I can thank you properly.

I’ve received a couple things from my Amazon wishlist over the years. A couple books from a woman on a forum who thought of me, a cd or two. Every time it has been just wonderful. It really makes me feel good that someone is reading my words here (or at my other site) and takes the time to do something like that.

No, that isn’t the main reason I have a link to my wishlist up. Actually, I love looking at other people’s wishlists. In fact, I do it whenever I see a link to one. When we’ve had a couple spare dollars, I have bought someone things from it as well. But, really reading someone’s list shows another aspect to their personality.

On mine, you see everything from music CDs to movies to books to an eletric scooter (handicap scooter not toy.) The range within each category shows the eclecticness to my taste.

Once again, thank you, lovely person. You made my week and I have the CD playing right now as I type this. (I’m posting this to Fatbottomedgirls.net and mutteringfool.com so I’m sure she’ll see it.)