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.

Promise.

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

NaBloPoMo
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

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*Blister: Portmanteau of Blog and Sister