So That Happened...

My husband says I get a little irritating whenever I'm excited about something. Apparently, I start talking a mile a minute, gesticulating wildly as I pace in front of him. He often threatens to duct tape me to a chair and muzzle me, but then I wink wink at him and mutter something about foreplay and he generally throws his hands in the air and says he gives up.

He's never going to win if he just keeps quitting.

Lately, I've been excited a lot.

First off, this weekend, I'm pulling on my special-keynote-speaking-undies and heading to North Carolina for the very first time.

I'm speaking on the keynote panel 'We Still Blog.' Which you know, is just another way of saying unlike my husband, I don't know how to quit. If you happen to be in the area this weekend, come find me and say hello. I'll be the one hiding in the corner, rocking back and forth wishing I still sucked my thumb. Or cigarettes.

If doing the keynote at Type A wasn't awesome enough (it totally is) I am also heading to New York City this August. I hear NYC is the place to be in the dead heat of the summer. Or so I hear.

I'm going to be speaking on how to become an expert advocate for not only your child but also yourself. I'm totally excited about the brand new Health Minder Day BlogHer is hosting and I'm hoping it will be a huge success. In my not so humble opinion, y'all should totally come. You can find more information about the Health Minder day here.

If speaking about my very favourite subject -advocating and learning how to growl effectively- isn't enough (it totally is) I'm also going to be speaking in a room of your own panel session at BlogHer.

I'm going to be speaking about how to effectively and permanently scar your teenaged children with your blog. It should be a brilliant and hysterical session about how my children twitch every time they see me open up my laptop. If you are planning on attending BlogHer this summer you should stop by. I promise it'll be fun because the ladies I'm speaking alongside are hysterically funny.

And if all that wasn't enough to keep me bouncing around with excitement and irritating my husband in that special way I do, well, this happened:

I may, in fact, be slower than a three-legged tortoise, but it was only two years ago I had my back filleted like a fish in an attempt to fix a spinal injury and I could barely walk the distance from my bed to the bathroom. As recently as last fall I was still walking with a cane. And now? Well, I'm as graceful as a blind elephant with a broken leg, but I'm moving.

Life is good, I'm pretty pleased and my husband, well, let's just say he can't outrun me. I suppose it's a good thing he's building that man-cave after all. At least he'll have somewhere to hide.