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New Blood!

I met me some more blogger peeps last weekend, some of whom are my koolaid drinkin' brethren!

Only the chaos of everyday life has kept me from blogging on said topic until mid-week. While I am disgusted with myself for that, I must battle for my time here, as the ogre that I live and work with still likes to give me shit for "playing" online.

Hmpff. Playing. This be craftsmanship.

I was hoping last weekend's intro to blogworld would do the trick. For those of you not in attendance, I dragged Shrek up to Eric's in an attempt to impress said ogre with the savvy bunch that I, myself, could not wait to meet.

We were whole-heartedly welcomed; I got to meet me some new blood!, and Shrek had a great time despite himself...so I thank you guys for hiding your freakish sides until we were long gone Saturday night! After all was said and done, if the ogre was the slightest bit unimpressed, it was in my attempt to use you guys to substantiate my time-devouring hobby! Eh, nonbelievers.

So, we arrived at 10pm, beating Zonkman -heh!-, after my obnoxious ass ran a text race with him all the way up. We had passed some really beautiful countryside, but uh, we wouldn't know it until the next day.

However, there was some beautiful decor in Eric's living room, which we noticed immediately upon our arrival. I was thinking Zonker....man....hurry up; you're missing out! But I said: Nice to meet you Princess Cat! Sissy! AWTM! Bou and Bou sis! (And this list, to be complete, must include the ever patient Straight White Wife and Tammi, who arrived on the scene later.)

I am so not used to having so many women around at blogmeets to temper the testosterone factor. It was sooooo nice! I think I could spend a week at the beach with these gals. Seriously. Collectively, the following attributes are brought to the table: Beauty, Brains, Energy, Calm, Wit, and Humor, rolled into a Care-taking, Laid-back, or High Strung shell. Perfect!

(WHY didn't I link the attributes? Are you quite mad?! You know who you are!)

The fellas: Eric was not his usual step-bratty self, but rather was a charming and gracious host. Personally, I like him somewhere in between, but I'll take him how I can get 'im! Zonk, on the other hand, was a brat as usual, particularly because he refused to wear the mullet. But I still love him. As I do Denny, whom I'm getting attached to, and whom I automatically assume I will get to see at every meet. Hopefully, I will never be denied!

PRS refused to get trashed on my watch. Man, I had my camera ready too, and all I got was a pic of the man snoozing! (Heh, didn't know that, did ya?)

Johnny Oh! was great. He's like a cat. He's all cool about the attention he receives... until ya direct it elsewhere. Heh. Then he pounces! Thankfully, upon getting hit, my good buddy Glenn Reynolds produced the quick-on-the-draw reflexes to catch this here leaning tower before I took out Eric's wine rack. I tell ya, that was impressive. For a sec, I was Lois Lane and he was Superman...

Neck showed late, just before my bedtime, but it was good to see him, and I believe that Shrek saw in him, a kindred spirit. (Redneck, btw, did not disappoint; he appeared, as expected, in a quilted plaid jacket, and holding a can of Bud. Ah, I love it.)

I met Tammi and the That 1 Guy the next morning. I tackled her first, told her who I was second. What? I'm from Georgia; she should be glad I didn't unload all of the family skeletons into her lap, as my mother does every time she meets a new gas station attendant. That 1 Guy? Well, ya gotta love a hunk with a sweet smile. And I'll not pick on the whole ER story; I'd rather be on the big guy's good side!

One last shout to those that I WISH HAD SHOWED FRIDAY NIGHT, because I wanted to meet their sorry behinds. Granted, my sorry behind took off Saturday, so I really have no case. But when does that stop a blogger from bitchin'? ...Alas, the cure for Post-Blogmeet Depression is another meet, non? Giddy-up.

(P.S., Coming soon: Pics!)