If I’m Not Here…(Volume XV)*

“The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.”  ~Marcus Aurelius

*I forgot to mention the most important thing: Today, May 1st (by 2PM Pacific) is the last day to vote on the Room of Your Own sessions for the BlogHer conference. It will be me, Kelly from Mocha Momma, Stefania from CityMama, and Karen from Chookooloonks discussing marketing to women of color but you need not be a woman of color to attend. Hell, you don’t even need to be a woman to attend. But please, please, please vote. I like democracy! You should too! Also we’re fun and funny and pretty damn brilliant if I do say so myself. All you have to do is go to BlogHer.com. Sign in. Go to this page. And click “I would attend this session”. Easy Peasy.

Last we spoke I wasn’t doing all that hot. Guess what? Still not doing all that hot. Apparently these things take time. I’m at a loss of what to share with you. It’s a toss up between a really long post that will make War and Peace look like Pat the Bunny or Kelly Bensimon: A tragedy that’s a comedy. So I’m making this reader’s choice; pick which you’d like to hear about.

My personal opinion is to go with the latter and then delve into the former which involves a lot of crying and insomnia and Susan being Susan and then me yelling at Susan because…well…back to the crying and the insomnia and then my friend Amy (not that Amy but I will see that Amy next week and wow, I miss her like crazy) being like, “Um, you need to see someone about that. NOW, Heather Lynn!” and back to the crying and the insomnia and perhaps I will call that post Crying and Insomnia and call it a day.

Regardless I have other posts all over the place and am kind of bummed that I never posted at Beauty Hacks because it was going to be a really good post. So says I, in my raddled brain. Which means that it might have sucked a dick but according to me, it would’ve been pretty damn brilliant. So, go forth and read and then let me know if you’d like to hear about me being Bitchy McFuckface or Kelly Bensimon being Psycho McDelusional. Both sound rather entertaining to me.

I posted at – wait for it – Work It, Mom. It seems that I totally forgot to tell you about that baby I had. Whoops. Actually Angella asked for a personal finance blogger. I happen to be a personal finance blogger. Et voila! A post about the things I do to keep money in my bank account:

I had just returned – literally 36 hours prior – from a six month trip abroad where I spent every single cent to my name plus God knows how much provided by both of my parents up until the last night I was there when I was begging for more euros so I could end my trip in style: table service at a club in Madrid. So I was feeling less than fabulous, really freaking broke but less than young since I was being allowed to enter the real world without any sort of adult supervision.

It’s a two-fer at BlogHer. The first is about the Politics Online(!!!!!) conference held last week. And let’s just say, I about orgasmed just watching the video on C-SPAN.

Here is where I confess the true depths of my nerdiness and then we will never speak of it again. Right? Right. I love politics (like really deep nerd love where I watch C-SPAN all day long) (I also once cried in the House gallery because I was in the House gallery).

The second is on Bloggers as Reviewers. Perhaps it’s the last I’ll talk of it. Maybe not. I haven’t even read through all the comments yet since I have the eyesight of an 89 year old and I’ve been relying on my little tiny iPhone screen to read things. Basically that shit is at like 48 pt. font and so I read like one word per line. Anyway, I would like to know what you really think because it’s important to be transparent. Especially since we’re bloggers and we’re willing to share every other thing about our lives down to our preferred brand of underwear, so I think it would be good to be transparent on our true feelings towards Fage or Mr. Clean Erasers. Don’t you?

For as long as I’ve had this job my favorite topic of discussion has long been how bloggers go about making money off of their blogs, if they so choose. In the time that I’ve been blogging things have gone from ‘Here is my website. I am here to ramble. YAY!’ to ‘Here is my website! How much can I get from it?’