Friday, July 23, 2010

Aptly Titled "The Blogger"

So, today marks a week and a day since I had the divine pleasure of being in the company of an amazing group of women folk. Sigh.

If ever one feels out of place in the world, one must scuttle themselves into a community of some sort. It will heal all ills.


The too-short 4 days were a time of hi jinx, cackling, pooting, delicate burping, not-so-delicate snorting, exploring, expressing, fine dining, and only just a titch of hooliganism and political conspiracy. It was a time of days blissfully gazing out at Chesapeake Bay and all its splendorous sights:

In the evenings, it was testing out the adage "In Vino Veritas" (because, courtesy of moi, we are not only exceptional but scientific).

(we also tried out the lesser-known, "In Champers Pootas" and "In Margeritius Hangoveras"

These old saying? Clearly, all facts.

Here's some real veritas, people - these are extremely talented women. Each one brings a certain 'je sais quoi' to the party.

For example, take this woman:

(Seriously, take her)
(She's wearing a CRAB on her head. ON. HER. HEAD.)
(Wacky, non?)

She brings a huge, wide-open heart, some custom-made adult sippy cups, and - AND - a karaoke machine. And this one? Best cache of beach toys this side of Deltaville.

These two? They sing.
Not just 'carry a tune' sing, but they SING.

As in Glee, as in harmony, as in 'I get a peaceful easy feelin'...'

Last year, they started a tradition of preparing a little ditty for the entertainment and edification of the group. This year, I felt the urge to nudge in and get involved as 'Creative Director' (read in: bossy). There were some ideas bandied about; we settled quite happily on this one: (click on names to get linked to some fine bloggy babes)

The Blogger

(with apologies to Steve Miller)

(ok, not really)

Some people call me the Space Cowgirl, yeah

Some call me the Gangster of Soup

Some people call me Fool’ry

Cause' I speak of the pompetous of chicken poop

People troll about me baby
Say I'm writin’ it wrong, writin’ it wrong
But don't you worry baby don't worry
Cause' I'm right here right here right here, writin’ this song

Cause' I'm a Mama
Little Drama
I'm a Gramma
Big Whamma Jamma
I write my blog posts in the sun
I'm a blogger

Not a jogger
I'm a blanket hogger

I get my comments on the run
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your beaches
Want to drink iced tea

Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Ooh wee Blister*, we’ll sure have a good time

Cause' I'm a AG

I'm a CG

I'm a No No

I write my blog posts in the sun

I'm a blogger

Not a jogger
I'm a blanket hogger

I sure don’t want to hurt no one
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh


*Blister: Portmanteau of Blog and Sister


Titanium said...

Now THAT's an earworm I can sing along to...

I love your retelling of this awesome get-together. There's nothing quite like face time with the real live people that make this bloggiverse More.

Now, if only I could find a way to crash the next party! You've made it sound like wayyyy too much fun.

Mental P Mama said...

Awesome! Keep posting! Miss you... ♫Canary in a coal mine♬♪

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess Ti: We threw out the idea of a PacNoWe Blogfest for next year. It did not elicit the enthusiasm we had hoped for...We might just have to start our own - you're only a couple of hours by air (or a little longer by kayak...)

Countess MPM: Mama! This has gotta stop. I'm spending a fortune on iTunes buying Police records...Doo doo doo doo dah dah dah dah.

That's all I have to say to you.

big hair envy said...

My GOD, I love you!!!! Even if you did post the most horrible picture EVER taken of me.... Although, I have never photographed well. That's what I keep telling myself anyway:/ All I have to say is..."...nun tears" Bwahahahahahahaha!!

These Nine Acres said...

OMG. No one can tell a story like you. LOVE you. MISS you. Keep posting, chicky.

I almost pooted when I laughed at MPM's comment.

Too damn funny.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess BHE: And I, Sacred Holder of the Nun Tears, love you right back. Crab head 'n all. When I look at any picture of you, I am constantly reminded of all of your beauty and grace and loving spirit. It makes me simultaneously smile and get misty all at once. I don't know what the hell you're looking at...

Countess TNA: As Son #1 says to me, "You are the most flatulent woman I know" (which, by the way, I take as a compliment). Maybe he needs to meet you!! Love you back.
I'll keep trying to post; I think I might have landed back in a better spot. <3

Ann Marie said...

I bounced up and down like an excited school child this morning when I saw you had posted!!! Woot Woot.. then I feel out of the chair because of all the good food and drink from last weekend had caused my rear not to fit in it quite right anymore....


mom x 2 said...

Love this little diddy! Steve Miller is one of my favorites, but your lyrics are so much better than the original!

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess Re and Countess MX2: My word verification when I opened this up was 'bless'. Which is what I will say to both of you; you're as sparkly and beautiful as the water at Bud's Beach. Thanks for all of your kindesses - I'm blessed having met you both!!

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

To say I was "singing" after all that vino is really a stretch - but I'll take the compliment and launch one right back atcha for the creative input on the lyrics (and for posting avec links). I'm so happy you're back - Facebook is fun, but I just get such a kick out of your prose.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess of Soup (Wanh Wanh): Of course I'll take the stretch - I'm a yogini, for god's sake!! I'm a-thinkin' that you calling my writing prose is also stretch-worthy!

Jamie said...

LOVE this post! I'll let you play with all my toys next blogfest ;)

foolery said...

How did I miss this?! Thanks SO much for those lyrics, which were funny, fun and an extreme challenge for this NON-singer. (That makes twice I have sung in public since, what, children's church choir?!)

So glad you are back behind the wheel of this bus. You have gifts, Dahling.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess of Fooleryland: Surely you jest - and yes, I just called you Shirley. I KNOW you are a singer - maybe not public, but in the shower/car/wee wee hours sort of way, maybe?

As for me being 'behind the wheel of the bus', love the visual, but all I can think of is Otto from the Simpsons...Far out, man!

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