It's No San Francisco

Last night, the Fairfield County Blog & Grog Society (founding member: Always Home And Uncool) had our second meetup. It was like a miniature BlogHer, except with mosquitos, nachos, and men. The other difference? No swag. We couldn't even get free drinks from the bartender, who remained unmoved by the huge lies about the mighty weight of our combined blogpower.

We had people ranging from a twentyish hip-hop writer to a fortyesque government chemist to an internet philosopher to a guy with anger management issues. We had not just ONE, but TWO real authors, and Sarah brought an advance copy of her upcoming book for us all to stroke and oohh and aahh over.

Connecticut Mom's Family Financials (who is ridiculously cute in real life) drove TWO hours to come, while the split personalities of Fancy Pancakes and Stamford Talk were chauffeured by their husband, who got sick of all of the shop talk and took off, leaving them to take the train home with Station Stops. Luckily, Fairfield County Child lives just a short stumble away.

We missed The FTF (who gave some lame excuse about celebrating his anniversary) and This Is Not Going To Help, who appears to be trapped in a cave somewhere in the Ozarks.

We even had a reporter from the local paper covering the event, which was great until I came down with a slight case of the drunks and gave her a detailed list of all of the things I'm not supposed to blog about. Then I started trying to convince Beth (who is now my new favorite person because of our shared love of Zalman King erotica) that she should host a Vibrator Night at the spa that she owns until she very nicely pointed out that the LAST THING she needed to do was associate a legitimate spa with porn, since there are already enough perverts in this world trying to get massage therapists to give them a happy ending.

But aside from that, the event was a smash, and we have decided to make this a regular thing. On the third Thursday of every month, you can find all of us at Monster B's in Stamford, Connecticut. If you're ever in the area, please, come on by.

Maybe you can help us get that cheap bastard owner to FINALLY cough up some free drinks.

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Suck On This, Dilbert

Welcome to the "Open Your Office" Blogopalooza!

Earlier in the week I asked people to give us a peek at their work space - the place where they do their thinking, or writing, or nail-biting. They came through in spades. People reached deep inside, excavated their inner bureaucrats, and exposed the places where they take care of the bidness. Links can be found at the end of this post; please visit and rock the comment love as if you will never live to comment another day.

Mine is a tale of two offices. Most days, I toil in a cubicle. It is pretty much devoid of any personality, just the way Facility Services likes it. (P.S. Click on any of the photos to make them bigger.)
THREE is the magic number. I sit on the 3rd floor of Building 3, and to keep the numerology going, I always use the 3rd stall in, usually right around 9am, which as any idiot who used to watch Schoolhouse Rock can tell you, is 3 x 3.My cube is is the place where official paperwork goes to die. I have at least three dead Sequoia trees worth of paper stuffed into pointlessly colorful file folders.
Occasionally, I telecommute. Spawn do not stay home with me. They go to a Kiddie Kennel during the day while I am working. I do not leave the house, but I do fold laundry during conference calls, and I have a weekly Wednesday morning date with a guy named Brian. Peapod grocery delivery, you dirty-minded people.
I do "real" work AND my bloggy stuff in this room. The home office is my favorite place in the house, because I got to decorate it EXACTLY how I like it, and it houses many of my favorite things.
Finally, you should know that if I am ever breathing heavily when we are on the telephone, it is probably because I am multitasking to ride on this: CERTAINLY not because I am riding on THIS:


So that's my situation. Let's check out the rest!

Always Home And Uncool
Alice at Honey Pie
Cocotte at Suburban Musings
For A Different Kind Of Girl
Jenn at Juggling Life
Laura at Chesty LaRue
Marketing Mama
MereCat
Connecticut Mom's Family Financials
Kristine aka Stamford Talk/Fancy Pancakes
Anne At Wise Women Coffee Chat
Lindsay at Rock And Roll Mama
Erin at Cheap But Not Easy
Marathon Mom
JCK at Motherscribe
Tina at The Bigger They Get
Daily Piglet
Deb at San Diego Momma
We Make Three
That Girl From Shallotte
LilSass from Don't Get Me Started
Ms. Picket To You
Carolyn at Carolyn Online
Madge at It's a Madge Madge World
Mrs. Chicken at Chicken And Cheese

Thanks to everyone who participated!

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Open Your Office

No good idea shall go uncopied or unpunished.

I enjoyed being a Peeping Mom so much in Mrs. G's "Heart of the Home" multi-blog postapalooza a few weeks back that I emailed her and asked if I could steal the idea, with a little modification. Being the gracious hostess she is, she gave me the go-ahead.

So here's my thought. Since she already covered the heart of the home, I am interested in the brains of your operation. What's your intellectual sanctuary? Where do you go to do your thinking, working, and writing? Whether you're a cubicle jockey or a backseat-of-the-minivan scribbler, join us and lay it bare for all to see.

Here's how we'll seal the deal: (NOW WITH NEW SIMPLER INSTRUCTIONS!)

1. Create a post about what you consider your office: the place you get work done, or your best thinking space.

2. Post it sometime on Sunday, July 13.

3. Email me with a link to your post when it's live.

I will include links to all of your posts when I post mine, and we will commence general time-wasting.

Nothing below the fold today.



NOTHING TO SEE HERE...PLEASE MOVE ON.

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