Non-Stop Work Life Party BlogHer Express

After almost three months at my new job, I can honestly say that I am even more suspect of those bloggers who, despite their jobs and families, still find the time to write witty posts about their lives. Clearly they never sleep and survive off copious amounts of illegal stimulants, because let me tell you... working all day and then summoning up the energy to act entertained or even somewhat interested in the activities of your family members when you arrive home is the hardest thing I've ever done.

On the upside: I love my new job. Like, love LOVE it. In fact, I do a lot of what I used to do for fun at home (cruise around the internet looking at cool sites, reading about cool things, taking photos, playing in photoshop, writing, posting on facebook and twitter, etc.), but now I get paid to do it and have the bonus of doing it around lots of interesting people.

Here's a little update of life since I last wrote:

 I caught a Crown Royal thong at my very first Mardi Gras parade. 

Did anyone else know that this was a thing?

 I went to a baby shower and found out via a "party game" that the beyond adorable mother-to-be's waistline, at 8-months, was exactly 1/2" bigger than my everyday waistline. That was fun!

 I found out that their is a lucrative niche market for bearded-dragon necklaces. 

 I fell in love with the Century Oaks on the University of Louisiana's campus.

I allowed my kids to run around the alligators that were out sunning themselves by the lake 

at the park. I guess this is a thing in Louisiana? 

I continued my love affair with the Spanish moss of Louisiana.

And, last, but certainly not least...

Not just going, friends, I will be HOSTING this little bit of karaoke heaven at BlogHer '13 in Chicago (which really is "my kind of town"). I won't try and sell you on it—either you love karaoke or hate it. I get it. 

Nonetheless, I will tell you that the people I went to karaoke with at the last BlogHer in NYC and the Dad 2.0 Summit in Houston bonded in a way that simply can't be matched by normal, run-of-the-mill conference shenanigans. Something magical happens when friends bond over personal interpretations of beloved songs. 

I said MAGICAL, dammit.