Take 10 girls, ages 7 through 11, and invite them over to spend the night.
Add pool time, birthday presents, pizza and too much sugar.
What do you get?



The answer lies here.

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A scene from last night’s sleepover extravaganza…



…reminded me of something.



Should I be worried?

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It’s not that I’ve been putting off this post. It’s more about choosing my words carefully.

Being that my suitcase has yet to be unpacked, my house is a total mess from two weeks away and I have over one million pictures to edit between the wedding and San Fran, I thought I’d give it to you in bullets.

My BlogHer Doggie Bag

* Once again, I found BlogHer to be an overwhelming and socially challenging experience - but in a good way. It is incredibly easy to meet people online but face to face? Not so much. At least not for me. Hi. I’m Kimberly and I’m shy. I prefer to hide behind my hair and drink too much at parties. Thanks. However, I did hook up with some really, cool, new pals and got to finally meet some friends that I have been itching to squeeze and/or tackle for months now.

*Thursday night, I rallied (at the bar), whisper-yelled in many an ear and greedily spent through all of the outgoingness that I packed in my suitcase. The fabulous SVMoms hosted a party at the Slide Lounge and then we hit The People’s Party where I squealed, and hugged and almost hit a few people. I barely made it back to my room due to the fact that the 7th floor has a worm hole into the movie “The Shining”. Sure, it was a fun night. Too much fun. Did you know there is another MommaK? Dude.

* Friday morning, I was most ill. At the Keynote Breakfast, I nearly lost my insides in front of God and a thousand bloggers. (Now that wouldn’t have ended up on the internet, huh?) At one point, HeatherB looked at me with sweet concern thinking that I was just overwhelmed (she knows of my shyness issue and I know of her pocket issue). I informed her of my intestinal instability brought on by going through the drink ticket line twice and she nodded with understanding. Hangover, thy name is hell at a conference.

*Friday night, I took a breather and went back to condo to chill with my husband & kids after the cocktail party at Ruby Skye. I couldn’t help it. The louder the music pounded, the older I felt.

*Saturday afternoon, I explored China Town with this blogger and this blogger. After, I contemplated ways to pack them in my suitcase to take them home with me. If you find that they are missing, you know where to look.

* I had three awesome roommates who put up with my flightiness and social fatigue oh-so-gracefully. Saturday night, along with the Hostess with the Mostess, Isabel Kallman, we saw how many bloggers we could fit into a hotel suite at the second annual CheeseburHer Party.

*Oh, the delicious swag. I’m thinking I don’t have to purchase kid birthday gifts for a year!

* I think it’s ironic that I traveled 3,000 miles to realize I need a better eye cream and to hang out and shoe shop with the women I adore from my own neck of the woods. Next year, could we have BlogHer out here on the East Coast? How about at my house? I’m much more outgoing at my own parties.

* You know what else I realized? I think I annoy people. Seriously. I discussed this with my husband and he just laughed. Somehow, my realization was not a newsflash to him. I wonder what it is though. (Truly. I’d like to know.) Not that I’d change it but as much as a social misfit as I am, there were over a handful of situations this weekend where I really tried to be nice and sweet and kill my inner bitch but I was unsuccessful as far as getting the “I can’t wait to get out of here. I have better people to talk to.” look off of the person’s face in front of me. So, I have those feelings to chew on….hmmmm.

* San Francisco is my crack. Whenever I visit there, I contemplate major life changes in order to never leave again. Expect more on that.

Fun, though? Was it fun?

Oh, hell yes.

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Today my baby is 9 years old. According to her, this means that pretty soon she’ll be driving. Today we’re taking her to Malibu in Redwood City since we’re still in SF and they don’t let you ride the horses at the zoo (yes, she asked).

Tomorrow, we head back to Virginia - to Eastern Standard Time, a broken air conditioner that I didn’t have time to service before we left, to wedding pictures that need editing, to blog posts that need to be written, to a 2 week’s worth stack of mail I need to sort, to big, slobbery dogs that think we have abandoned them, to a slumber party for 10 girls that I need to prep for on the fly, and to the heat. Oh, how I haven’t missed the heat.

Today, I’m looking for time to slow down a bit so I can savor my daughter’s birthday…and this delicious city just a little bit longer.

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Yesterday, the fabulous Jill Asher and Beth Blecherman outdid themselves once again. The dynamic duo treated us all (The SV/Chi/DC/NJ/NY/LA/DS Moms) to makeovers and headshots at Saks. Honestly, I am starting to believe that they are blog angels from heaven. It was just what I needed to make me feel pretty again from my overindulgence on the drinky-drinky the night before.

Next week I turn 35, which is apparent by the fuck you old bitch lines that have appeared around my eyes just this year. Anyone know a good doctor in the area? Yeah, I may try and squeeze that in before the Cheeseburger Party tonight.

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