New Orleans – Day 3

It was a soft start to the conference. Our VIPs, some senior execs and about 110 of the 900 expected guests checked in.
Here’s what went down today:
- the ballroom/staging was set. Before and after below.
- our security operatives arrived (don’t ask).
- I yelled at approximately 3 people before 8am. Pretty good for a Sunday.
- we had birthday cake for one of the planners and I decided to pass on a piece and have some fruit. Or! I had a delicious hearty piece. Which one of these scenarios is more likely you think?
- we took our guests to a beautiful historic building called The Chicory for some live jazz and dinner. It was a perfect evening – complete with the largest piece of meat I’ve ever seen being served. A 65 pound roast called a Steamboat something or other. I spoke to the chef – he said it took 7 hours at 350 degrees. Have you ever? I know this sounds awkward but I’m obsessed with this piece of meat. Pictures below. Ofcourse.
- official kick-off tomorrow! Say a prayer to all the gods that you know and love for me.
- peace out

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New Orleans – Day 2

What’s wrong with a day that starts with fried dough? Nothing.
Today was full of set-up and prep.
For all of you who dream of the glam world of events – our day started at 7am and just ended at midnight. Super sexy right?
Here’s a look at some highlights.
We had some amazing beignets, saw some colorful characters on Bourbon street, and began the event set up.
And ofcourse , we had the all staff meeting. When we get everyone in a room and boss them around for an hour. Look at how excited they all are. Not.

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New Orleans. Day 1

I’m going to one of our biggest conferences of the year and I thought you should come along. Whether you want to or not.
So the next few days I’ll be posting some pics and some stories about my time in New Orleans (pronounced NuOrlins, not New. Or-Leans).
I left a rainy, humid airport and headed south.
2.40 hours and mucho turbulence later – I was here!
My first time post Katrina.
Here’s a few pics of today. The rainy terminal back home. The beautiful blue skies when we landed. And then of my view for the majority of the time here. A war room. If you don’t like a lot of clutter, this place isn’t for you. It’s computer cords gone wild here.
But there are plenty of snacks to take your mind off the fire hazards.
Ok, let’s do this!

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Come on knock on our door…

Everyday I slip closer and closer to becoming Mrs. Roper.
Do you know who that is? Three’s Company. Jack, Chrissy, and the other one..Mindy? I dunno. Anyway, I have to be careful.
I looked in the mirror this morning and thought, “uh oh. Getting close to the edge.”
If I start wearing a tropical mumu please slap me.
Here’s a comparison.
I’ll be looking for yellow beads.
(Notice the beams of light hitting my big, fat beads. I think that’s Audra Lindley who played Mrs. Roper giving me her blessing from heaven)

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This Mother

I hope all you moms out there had a great day. I did the following:

Cards and cuddles in bed.
Ate a Sunday breakfast that I didn’t make or go get.
Spent 3 hours making photo prints from the last 10 months.
Spent another 2 hours trying to find a proper photo album (it can’t have “memo” space and I prefer a large, square one that holds both vertical and horizontal pics). No luck. But I had fun trying.
Then came the real fun.
Hair up, pjs on.
A nose strip.
A clay mask.
A steaming hot wash.
A 15 minute derma scrub
A cold compress.
Good times.
Some people like to get tulips and cards. I like to get time to exfoliate.
(And I like tulips and cards)

Happy Mother’s Day!

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Ladysitter

I was chatting with one of the smart young women I work with yesterday. She’s getting married in less than a week and seemed so calm and relaxed. She told me her secret. She has what she calls her ladysitter.
Never heard of such a thing? Same. Apparently a ladysitter comes in, organizes her house while she works, puts up the art she’s been meaning to hang for weeks – that kinda stuff. She’s no housekeeper, no no no. She does the things that make this gal feel put together. Thank you note envelopes written out. Registry gifts sorted and tagged. Duplicates returned to the store they came from. Reminders to refresh the pantry and buy household needs. The men reading this won’t understand because you already have a mansitter. That would be your wife. Or your mother. Or your girlfriend.
If you’re gay – one of you understands this. The other thinks birthday cards get magically sent to your loved ones.
Sigh.
A ladysitter.
I want one.

# bringbackourgirls

I can’t stop thinking about this. Am I living in the same world? No. I’m not. My world is ridiculous. My world is full of humor and love and fun. Sometimes it’s sad, frustrating and makes me crazy. But even when my world is tragic – it’s not that bad.
I have worries, ofcourse. I have a teen girl too. I worry about her constantly. But what I worry about are her grades, her social life, her circle of friends. I do not worry about her being taken from me forever while in a school room.
I don’t worry about militia selling her for $12 to another war tribe as a slave.
200 kids just gone? I couldn’t handle it. I’d go mad. Maybe this is how we get our lot in life. Those of us that would crumble are born in easier places. Or it’s just some sort of cosmic lottery.
And all we can do to help them is tweet a hash tag? Ridiculous.

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