My Grand Slam--part I

Photographic evidence coming soon, (because I brought the wrong downloading cord) but I MUST tell you what it's like to meet your blog buddies before I burst at the seams.  

Okay, so I started my journey to the Provo Olive garden with nothing more than a handful of butterflies in my belly and a jealous GPS in the palm of my hand.  That GPS hates me, I know it, which only confirms my suspicion that she is having a fling with my hub.  First she runs me around every which way and then tells me I'm off course in that smug little voice of hers.  

But even that trampy little GPS couldn't mess with my mojo yesterday.  Unbeknownst to her I actually do know my North from my South (depending on which direction I'm facing). 

I'm trying to find just the right words that will help you understand what it's like to be speeding along the freeway towards the Olive Garden to meet your blog friends.  

All I can think to say is it's soooooo weird.  I mean, it's soooooo stinkin' weird.  You do things you wouldn't normally do.  Like squeal.  And speed.  And tear up when David Archuleta sings on the radio.   

It's like the ultimate group blind date, only it's not because you know these people.   And they know you.  

You have a history together.  Inside jokes.  You've laughed together and cried together.  But you've never seen each other.  

The weirdest part isn't seeing your blog friends for the first time, it's hearing them.  You've heard their voice in your head a thousand times, but you've never really heard it, you know. 

The first person I saw was the Nutty Hamster Chick.  We raced into each other's arms like long lost sisters and we couldn't stop hugging and jumping up and down.  

It was SO weird to hear her speak.  

No, it was SOOOO weird to watch her speak.  She surprised me the most of anyone.  

YOU GUYS, there is nothing nutty about the nutty hamster chick.  And there were no hamsters either.  It's all a big act.  She pretends to be a loony stalker,  but she is lovely and poised and surprisingly serene.  She never interrupts you when you speak.  How can you not interrupt people when they speak?  How can you not finish their sentences and hurry them along and help them spit out what they are trying to say?  She just listens. 

And then I saw Julie Youngblood and Barbaloot and Debbie from Cranberry Fries.  We all hugged and I then I just stared at them and jumped up and down and giggled.  I looked down at Barb's feet and she was wearing her tiny ruby red slippers and I squealed as if I was seeing Jack Johnson for the first time.   

Then suddenly we saw Kristina P coming.   We jumped behind out of sight so we could ambush her, which we did.  It was sooooooooo weird to see Kristina P.  And yet it wasn't.  She is exactly as I pictured her to be.  A freakin' rock star.  A cool cool cat.  Little Miss Thing.   She brought Brittany from Author Bee and Jillybean.  They brought me a surprise.  And let me just say that Jilly Bean is the best bedazzler ever.  Photographic evidence tomorrow.

Then came SHELLE BELLE from Blokthoughts.  Aaaaaah.  She is a total belle with a capital B. She is EXACTLY the same as she is on her blog.   Adorable and funny and sweet and sassy.  We laughed and laughed and I felt like we'd been twins forever.   I especially enjoyed listening to her and Julie Youngblood talk about (s.e.x.).  Julie is the cutest thing ever.  I totally dig her.

Then my BFF Lisa, the Funny Farmer came with The Crazy Lady from Dancing Together Through Life, who is not crazy at all, btw.  I was so excited to meet Lisa because she discovered my blog and catapulted me into the limelight.  She encouraged me and made me believe in myself and showed me the ropes.  And you should see her in a snuggie.  She looks surprisingly sexy.  Photographic evidence coming tomorrow.  

Then came VAL OF THE SOUTH, who knocked my socks off.  She is so vivacious and fun and talkative and open-hearted.  She brought me homemade bread and jars of Jellies.  

Oh Gad!  Oh my goodness!  Oh my goodness!  Honest to Pete.  My hub is pulling me out the door and I still have so much to say.  I pinky promise I will write part II tomorrow--complete with photographic evidence of everyone, including my MIL, and  the most famous snuggie in Utah.