I mentioned my unfortunate need to exclaim “I will LICK you!” when I hear people I love will be going to BlogHer. I’d like to say I’m pretty much joking but given enough of the sauce, I may not be.
How is this brutally honest? The part of the “drinking of Teh Sauce” or the part about sharing germs via my tounge that is truly disgusting and sending people grabbing their purell?
Neither.
To be Brutally Honest with you there are two things you need to know before I pull out the licks.
1. I love you. I read you. I sweartogod I do. Prolly in my feedreader because I’m a lazy bitch like that. I probably giggle wildly, or nod and then remember I should be working and forget to comment. So it’s true, I suck. TA DA!
2. I won’t remember you at BlogHer. I’ll claim it’s the sauce but honestly? I’m a visual person. I rarely remember things I haven’t visually taken note of. I’ll associate you with some image on your site that may, or may not, be representative of you so when you say, “oh, I am so-and-so” I’ll go… “uummmm” and then you’ll be offended because OMG YOU DON’T KNOW ME? But then I’ll go, “OH! You’re the kid with the bucket head!” I LOVE YOU!
See? It’s how I roll.
So I thought maybe, just maybe, you won’t mind introducing yourself with some image, some visual SOMETHING, that I can hold on to? Comeon, I know you want to. It’ll be fun. “I’m the cat!” “I’m the monkey!” “I’m the box of condoms you forgot to grab last week and couldn’t make out on your weekend away!” No, wait, not that last thing.
So, play along, please? Post an image, some little fun fact, and a link back to here. If you wanna boast your love of being licked, I have a
little button you can have.
**** Code for Lick Button ****
<a href=“http://mrs.flinger.us”><img src=“http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsflinger/2587997172/” alt=“BlogHer 08” border=“0” /></a>
Then I’ll start studying your sites and images and fun facts so when I meet you and you say, “Oh! Mrs. Flinger! You fart when you laugh.” And I laugh, fart, and we both clink wine glasses, it will be so less awkward than, “Um. yes.. the weather IS lovely, isn’t it?”
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Comments
OMG lady, I am supposed to be working but instead I am reading your dirty mouth and laughing my ass off. Jeezuz you are too freaking funny, are you drinking already!?
Nope. Just working. Er. Obviously.
Babe..I will just lick YOU till you figure it out!
I’m the same way. But worse. LOL
This confirms that I MUST get that buckethead on my business card. And a tattoo for my forehead, so that you’ll know who I am.
Yeah- I’m thinking nametags with a screenshot would make things so much easier
Damn It! I should not have spent all my Mommy Summer Camp money on Botox and Starbucks! Now I can’t get licked by Mrs. Flinger! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I will be the one at home crying and swearing without wrinkles and really high on coffee!
Am I the only one who saw the title and was confused? Because I thought it was Tuesday?
If it’s Monday, then this is going to be a LOOOOOONG week
I’m posted out today, but will you recognize me by the glittering jewel on my nose?
Pierced
I’m the total opposite. If I ran into someone I knew in Kindergarten, it might take me a minute but I’d remember not only their name but what color shirt they wore on the last day of school. I can’t, however, remember where I put the stapler I just had.
Waaaa…I wanna be licked by Mrs. Flinger!
One day I will attend Blogher!
Well if it makes you feel any better we do get badges. But yeah now I’m trying to think of a way for you to remember me.
Aaaaand thus far I’m coming up short. I’ll think of something.
It’s the wee hours of wednesday, but my post is up.
First, I love your red birdy.
Second, I don’t lick many things but most involve my Mr. Coffee.
PS. I do however, want to lick this post.
I have absolutely no identifying qualities. I’m nearly 100% certain that when I introduce myself at BlogHer, people will go, “Who??” Makes me kinda wish I had a buckethead like Jennifer. So I’m putting the button up on my site, even though I’m not terribly likely to get licked.
Ah, so you’re going this year! Good for you. Didn’t you put up my “I didn’t go to that blog conference” button last year?
Your tongue is going to get a workout.
How ‘bout this: I just make a huge print out of my website, cut a hole in the middle and stick my face in it. It’ll be my Wannabe Hippie costume.
Seriously though, you have to know me. You keep using me on Mama’s Pod. I demand you remember me.
See how helpful I am?
Ok, I’m ready for the licking. Well, only if you really want to, forcing you to lick me would be…I don’t know, wrong, I guess.
http://stlouistravelphotos.blogspot.com/2008/06/naked-mondays-17-allow-myself-to.html
I’m commenting again, because I WILL be at BlogHer, but I have spit issues. You’ll just have to pretend to lick me.
I think you promised me more than a lick??
You damn well better lick me. I’ll be the one attached to VDog’s leg. I’m the one with the (bigger) boobs.
Okay, so now that you’ve checked me out to make sure I wasn’t lying when I said I had six kids, can I count on a lick?
Posted the button but failed to comment. Since I have a cold sore the size of some small countries between my nose and upper lip I will give you a free pass on licking me.
(People are going to take one look at me and think that God has reinstated biblical era smitings of plague and pestilence.)
Me, I’m easy, I am alll about the CHOCOLATE. And autism. But mostly, chocolate. And Starbucks. I’m the girl with the Starbucks frap as her twitter avatar. See? You remember, already!
And I am so posting your badge on my blog.
T.