As we all know I am not the only blogger in Salt Lake. There are lots of us. In fact, the blogging community of Salt Lake has done a really good job of making me feel really welcome here and right at home!
Before I moved here in January, I was told by more than a few people whom are mutual friends of mine and hers that I should definitely let Heather know I was moving here and that if nothing else perhaps we could take the dogs to the dog park together.
I will admit that I have been reading Heather's blog since before Leta was born and have written to her on many occasions especially when she's been seeking advice for her constipation. I have some great holistic advice for that, so I thought I'd try to help. Buddha and Stella have also sent Chuck some organic dog treats. Just because.
And I've also written about Heather on this blog because I've had some pretty freaky dreams about being Leta's nanny. So, it doesn't surprise me, actually, that I've never received any response from her at all. She probably thinks I'm a total freak. She is a former Mormon and I'm a NAKED person. Despite the FORMER part of being Mormon, she's still been a Mormon and I have a feeling that all my NAKEDNESS might be a bit much for her. She's probably worried that if she has me over to the house, I'll whip out my boobs and Jon might decide that having more than one wife is not such a bad idea after all!
Of course, Buddha and Stella were sad that they didn't get a thanks from Chuck for the cookies, but we all know that Chuck is a very important dog with very important duties as the Top Dog in the Blurbodoocery and I'm sure it was just an oversight. At least that is what I told them.
Anyway, this weekend for those of you in the blogosphere who are not paying attention, was Blogher. Which is a blogging conference for women that really is more about making sure you have the right high heels and your eyebrows waxed and meeting all the people whose blogs you read IN REAL LIFE than it is about anything else. No, really, it is.
One of my favorite new bloggers is there. And as you can see, if you read that post, she referred to Heather as a mythical character. Like Jesus! Or Santa Claus! Or a Hobbit!! I heard that Heather didn't like this. And said so during the closing Keynote at Blogher.
And that Jenny, because she is a BadAssJenny (we do rule the UNIVERSE, you know) got up and actually addressed her directly! To say, "Um excuse me, I love you. I even bought your fucking book!" But in response received a not so happy look from Heather.
So, I just have this to say. Since I'm not there. And Heather doesn't return my calls anyway.
Heather, please. You are adored and revered by the entire Internet and BEYOND. You really are like Jesus. For those of us with our lowly blogs who just plug along waiting for anyone to stumble upon us, you, Heather, are the Angel Moroni blowing your own trumpet high on top of the temple and the rest of us are just praying we're going to get a temple recommend so we can join you inside.
But, the rest of us are never going to get there. We'll get somewhere, of course, just not there. The internet gods only give out so many temple recommends and I think they've all been snatched up!
Relax, Heather. Enjoy it up there on top of the mountain. The rest of us are not trying to steal your magic ring and we're not trying to knock you off the chimney. We're just hoping you're not going to put coal in our stockings. Okay?
