Six Degree's... of Blogging?
Monday, April 06, 2009
I haven't been on my blog since Friday. I had a post scheduled to post-- my random randomness-- but its not there. Blogger ate it. Or the Aliens in my mast head. Which is a huge bummer too, because it was freakin' funny.
There was something in there about a giant flock of seagulls "mine mine mining" over my house. Then something about how I took a hit out on Mother Nature and gave the finger to Ol' Man Winter.
I may have confessed about another cartoon I love to watch that brings out the inner twelve year old in me! (I have it set to record, "for the kids")
I may have then said something about how I was afraid for my "secret lunch" on Saturday with the amazing DeNae and The Blonde Bombshell, Amber--who isn't really blonde. (Which I facebooked about and then realized people were going to think I was having a secret lunch with my cabana boy, Enrique. Which I wasn't, because he was at Priesthood. Duh!)
Turns out I didn't have to be a big-chicken-boo-wah-baby 'case Amber and DeNae didn't shank me in the parking lot. They didn't even try to mug me, which was a relief.
In fact I was so relieved that kidnapping and torture were not on the agenda, I didn't make them call me "Oh mighty Queen Motherboard". I told them that they could just call me Q-mb. For short.
These gals are WAY more funny in person. You get the facial expressions to go with their hilarious stories. (I got to see DeNae ACT OUT the dopey DMV guy. I may or may not have almost peed my pants! Freakin' hilarious!) And, don't even try to hook your baby up with Ambers-- he's in an arranged marriage now with Moxie!
Was it a circus act? Yes. Maybe. Just a little. Especially when you added Me and Sher's Flask to the mix. Yes. Sher brought her famous flask. I laughed myself silly every time she busted it out.
DeNae's eyes practically erupted out of her head... then she begged for whatever Sher had in her flask. Just so she could be cool too.
It really was like hooking up with my long lost twin sisters and never missing a beat. We didn't just sit around shooting the breeze, but we talked. We really talked, and we shared. We bonded and man did we ever laugh! I think people were actually asking to not sit by the crazy women who were passing around the flask.
This is the beauty of blogging, people. Finding women that you can bond with that otherwise you would never in a zillion years meet.
People who don't blog just don't get it. They think you are freakin' crazy for going to meet strangers for lunch. "I hope they don't kidnap you and make you star in a porno."
Those same people are the ones that kindly suggest that maybe you should get more involved in church because you have way too much time on your hands if you can waste it doing frivolous stuff like that!
Read between the lines, people. Read between the lines.
(Did you see it? That was me giving them the bird.)
We stayed at The Sky Box for over 4 hours-- and left only because Sher was late for another party. (She's popular or something...) I was sad to see it all end and I really hope that we can get together again soon. In DeNae's pool. Where it is warm. Ish.
Besides all that, what would the odds be of hooking up with a complete stranger -- that didn't shank me or make me star in a porno-- and finding out that you both share the same friend, who doesn't blog?
DeNae is friends with one of my dearest friends, AND Sherrie's visiting teacher. For reals. How weird is that? I had a hard time wrapping my brain around that little nugget. What are the odds of something like that happening?
I now have a testimony of the truthfulness of the 6 degrees of seperation... through blogging.
Isn't it awesome?
There was something in there about a giant flock of seagulls "mine mine mining" over my house. Then something about how I took a hit out on Mother Nature and gave the finger to Ol' Man Winter.
I may have confessed about another cartoon I love to watch that brings out the inner twelve year old in me! (I have it set to record, "for the kids")
I may have then said something about how I was afraid for my "secret lunch" on Saturday with the amazing DeNae and The Blonde Bombshell, Amber--who isn't really blonde. (Which I facebooked about and then realized people were going to think I was having a secret lunch with my cabana boy, Enrique. Which I wasn't, because he was at Priesthood. Duh!)
In fact I was so relieved that kidnapping and torture were not on the agenda, I didn't make them call me "Oh mighty Queen Motherboard". I told them that they could just call me Q-mb. For short.
These gals are WAY more funny in person. You get the facial expressions to go with their hilarious stories. (I got to see DeNae ACT OUT the dopey DMV guy. I may or may not have almost peed my pants! Freakin' hilarious!) And, don't even try to hook your baby up with Ambers-- he's in an arranged marriage now with Moxie!
Was it a circus act? Yes. Maybe. Just a little. Especially when you added Me and Sher's Flask to the mix. Yes. Sher brought her famous flask. I laughed myself silly every time she busted it out.
DeNae's eyes practically erupted out of her head... then she begged for whatever Sher had in her flask. Just so she could be cool too.
It really was like hooking up with my long lost twin sisters and never missing a beat. We didn't just sit around shooting the breeze, but we talked. We really talked, and we shared. We bonded and man did we ever laugh! I think people were actually asking to not sit by the crazy women who were passing around the flask.
This is the beauty of blogging, people. Finding women that you can bond with that otherwise you would never in a zillion years meet.
People who don't blog just don't get it. They think you are freakin' crazy for going to meet strangers for lunch. "I hope they don't kidnap you and make you star in a porno."
Those same people are the ones that kindly suggest that maybe you should get more involved in church because you have way too much time on your hands if you can waste it doing frivolous stuff like that!
Read between the lines, people. Read between the lines.
(Did you see it? That was me giving them the bird.)
We stayed at The Sky Box for over 4 hours-- and left only because Sher was late for another party. (She's popular or something...) I was sad to see it all end and I really hope that we can get together again soon. In DeNae's pool. Where it is warm. Ish.
Besides all that, what would the odds be of hooking up with a complete stranger -- that didn't shank me or make me star in a porno-- and finding out that you both share the same friend, who doesn't blog?
DeNae is friends with one of my dearest friends, AND Sherrie's visiting teacher. For reals. How weird is that? I had a hard time wrapping my brain around that little nugget. What are the odds of something like that happening?
I now have a testimony of the truthfulness of the 6 degrees of seperation... through blogging.
Isn't it awesome?


























4/6/09 10:10 AM
First, Amber's sarcasm and wit does not come across on her blog. She is so sweet on her blog! And I didn't recognize her when I first met her because she is blonde in her picture.
And Sher is perhaps one of the sweetest, most beautiful women I have met.
And second, ummmm, when are WE getting together for lunch. I will stalk you.
4/6/09 10:45 AM
It sounds absolutely wonderful! And how nice of you to only have them call you Q-mb. I'm jealous.
4/6/09 10:52 AM
Man if only I lived just a tinsy winsy bit closer. Soooo very glad they didn't shank you or make you do a porno... I would really miss ya. I missed your randomness. I totally missed doing my copy of yours. But of course you RULE!
Oh happy Day!
4/6/09 11:06 AM
I heart blogging.
And some day, I will touch Sher's famous flask.
4/6/09 11:23 AM
Can I steal that pic? I just wish we'd gotten one with all 4 of us...of course, then people would know that you acutally have a flesh and blood body, and you're not just a shadow.
BTW: Yes, I did get in trouble when I got home. C had all the kids strapped in the truck waiting for me to leave. And he had that "I'm pissed" silence thing going on. Then we got to him parent's house (20 minutes late) and we were the first ones there. His Mom wasn't even home.
Glad we fought over it.
Moral: it was worth being late to spend 4 hours at lunch.
4/6/09 11:23 AM
p.s. note to self: proofread before you hit publish. Sorry for all the errors.
4/6/09 12:29 PM
And I thought for a moment that I would get to see the real Motherboard in person...... color me disappointed.
But even more, color me green with envy for the lunch date with Sher and Amber - both of whom are my idols. And if DeNae is as much fun in rl, as her blog, then you had the most uber-cool lunch ever!
And YEAH for no shanking.
4/6/09 12:35 PM
I once found a blog that belongs to someone in my MIL's ward (in MISSOURI) and they're good friends. I didn't really go back because we had nothing in common, but it was crazy to connect the dots like that.
It sounds like it's time for another meet-n-greet. And I am DEFINATELY going to be to the next one, whenever it is!
4/6/09 12:35 PM
Jealous. Me.
Next time lunch is at my house! Where it's more than ish-ly warm.
4/6/09 12:39 PM
I want to have lunch with you too...(I'm whining...and sad..)
I love the connections that are made in bloggy world!
(monster giveaway is go for launch!)
4/6/09 12:47 PM
The important question is--do I get to meet any of you when I am in Provo/Orem April 25th? It's a Saturday . . anyone available?
4/6/09 1:54 PM
I am so sad to hear that you got together without me.
Off to cry now.
4/6/09 3:21 PM
What an awesome post. The whole thing. Love it. I wish I lived closer so I could have blog friends become real life friends.
4/6/09 4:46 PM
You are the hippest. Ever. And good for you now blogging.
I am not. I need your address again. The woes of delete. xxoo.
4/6/09 5:50 PM
That sounds like SOOO much fun and I'm way sad I missed out!!! Sher is freakin gorgeous and I have never been to the two other ladies blogs...must do that! :)
4/6/09 6:50 PM
I've said it before and I'll say it again: That was the funnest lunch I've been to, perhaps ever. I'm pretty sure it trumped my wedding breakfast. And it was even more full of belly laughs than the time I got Amber, her almost-MIL, our mom and one sister in trouble in the TEMPLE for accidentally and totally not on purpose shimmying under a velvet rope and exploring a few not-for-losers-like-you sacred halls. (I told the guy it was OK on account of my wearing a tag that said "Escort", but he wasn't buying it.)
Mi pool es su pool, Queen MB of the Universe. Bring our darling mutual friends Sher and LC with you; grab my sis and anyone else who wants to come and play in Vegas on your way outta Dodge!
4/6/09 7:03 PM
Glad you didn't get mugged. Just hugged. ;0) m
4/6/09 9:55 PM
man i wish i coulda been there! we woulda had hella fun! not that you didn't have a ton of fun without me--but we both know there's always room for more laughing! my jealous self misses you.
4/7/09 12:40 AM
*sigh*
I want MORE! How selfish is it that I want more and more and more??? I actually think the best part of the whole thing is that all four of us left wanting more! We all could have stayed for the rest of the day (well, maybe not our waitress) and **still** want more.
You don't find bonds like that very often. We're very fortunate.
{{hugs}}
4/7/09 7:10 AM
Great fun!!
We had a DFW blogger event a couple of months back - so excellent. And yes, my Hubs was pretty sure I was going to get shanked in the parking lot as well.
Yet, he didn't stop me, hmm?
Welcome to SiTS! Em - I'll be back.
4/7/09 10:58 AM
I love that you actually meet the bloggers you keep up with. I've only ventured out once (besides my sister who I've kind of known since birth). You've inspired me, Oh Motherboard.
4/7/09 11:31 AM
fun.
that is all.
4/8/09 12:57 PM
I read about this on DeNae's too. You guys are too cool for me now--sad day. Looks and sounds like you had lots of fun though!
4/8/09 4:30 PM
this is the exact reason why i keep blogging at all. forming friendships with wonderful bloggers.
(hi! i'm coming out from behind the blog stalking bushes)
4/8/09 7:47 PM
People who don't blog, really don't get it.