Today’s prompt reads
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Talk about the last compliment you received.
Hehe. Well, normally this would be one of my students saying “Miss! Miss! I love your nails/shoes/hair/outfit/etc!” in order to sweet talk their way towards a better grade. (Or, occasionally actually complimenting my style. I’m definitely one of the “younger” teachers which means, by the weird laws of high school mentality, I’m cool. In high school. Which BLOWS MY MIND.) However, since my school has been closed since Hurricane Sandy, I haven’t seen my lovely students in almost 2 weeks. Wah.
The last compliment I received was last night via Twitter. I was in a weird mood awaiting the campaign results, and as a friend complained that he wanted bacon, I realized that I actually had a pack of bacon that had a use by date of November 7th. aka today. Oops. Sooo I decided to cook the entire thing off. In my apartment. While watching the Election results. This resulted in the creation of a #Bacon2012 hashtag, and me sending out a lot of overly-tired, pumpkin beer induced bacon tweets.
I’ve never been so proud of so many people I don’t know. #Bacon2012 for the win!
I also ended up responding to a tweet from the lovely DeadCowGirl saying that she was cooking. She posted a link to a recipe for braised beef shanks, and I tweeted back that I may show up on her doorstep, begging for her cooking with gifts of bacon & booze. Her response? My last compliment, NaBloPoMo!
So there you have it, folks. I’m a hot chick, and even hotter when I show up on peoples’ doorsteps with gifts of booze and bacon.
I love the women I’ve met through BlogHer. Seriously.
I just finished reading Jenny Larson (The Bloggess)’s book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir), and there is an entire chapter devoted to her making friends with girls (bloggers) for the first time. At one point, she says, “…I discovered blogging and found other people online who were misanthropic misfits like me” (Lawson, 169-170).* This perfectly sums up how I feel about the women I met at BlogHer12. While I may seem like I’m able to speak coherently to you folks, I’m letting you in on a painful secret: as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become extremely awkward in social situations. I prefer the safety of texting while standing against the wall at parties, and at the BlogHer Conference in August, although I had the time of my life, I didn’t know how to react when meeting people (take a look at my top ten moments!) or when Big Name Bloggers knew my name.
The women I have met through blogging have helped me gain a voice, and they’ve been the girl friends I never knew I wanted. I’m not afraid to be silly, non-sensical, redunkulous, and me with them. We’re all “misanthropic misfits,” and it means so much to me to have these blogging friends.
So, thank you, DeadCowGirl, for being the inspiration for this NaBloPoMo post and calling me a hot chick.
*Yes. I did just cite a quote in MLA format on my blog.