moosh in indy.

I got an email from a reader the other day who happens to have a lot in common with my occasional bouts of crazy. She told me she started reading my blog when I posted “The Overdose“, the post I read at the Community Keynote at BlogHer ‘08. She is currently treading some heavy waters with depression.

This is what she said:

…And then there’s this: I guess I just wanted to say … um … thanks for posting that picture. Because right now, and in the past year or so, I really haven’t been able to begin to believe that one day…I might want to get up and dance. But there you are, and you’re dancing, and you’re rocking out. And it made me smile.

So thanks.

Miss A, these are for you.

My prayers are with you, and with anyone else who may be hurting.

xoxo

So uh, just wondering…

How many of you at BlogHer started your period early? Because I thought it was just coincidence that five of the women that I met the first night were on their period. Then there were my roommates. Then there was the girl that I pottied next to after dinner one night who’s period took her (and her white! pants!) completely by surprise.

Then there was me. I wasn’t due for another week.

And yet yesterday at the airport, SURPRISE!

I’m sure the Westin is still reeking with estrogen.

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Yes, pictures are coming. SOMEONE, despite her best editing and whittling, ended up with over EIGHT HUNDRED pictures from the last five days. Yeesh.

Thanks to all 33 of you brave souls who entered the “Let the moosh Whoorl Your Hair Contest Extravaganza!” By the magic of Sarah’s random number magic randomizer juju program (uh, Sarah, screen shot? Hello? What are you, out of town or something?) she came up with #32 which is the woman who just happens to have the best blogroll ever (and not just because I’m on it).

Congratulations Mommy’s Martini! I’ll get in touch with you as soon as I’m done flying on this enormous plane across the country with all these strangers who are wondering what on earth a moosh is.