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Tuesday, May 09, 2006 Me, Me, Me, Familybits, Workbits

I’m home, poopsies. And pooped, poopsies. Poopsies.

Despite having travelled six thousand miles and touched ground in three cities, my six degrees of separation have been following me around like a puppy on a leash. At the conference, I connected with Steve Rubel of MicroPersuasion. Some of you may read him already and also may remember that I blogged his session last year in San Diego at the same conference. He was there to do the session again, and it was fascinating to see the progression in the understanding of and knowledge about blogs and newsfeeds in just one year. (Is there any such thing as “just one year” in the Interwebnet?) While we chatted we discovered that we knew some of the same people—he was on his way to meet with the company I have just partnered with, and he also knew the head of another podcasting startup who happens to be my ex’s current boss. I tell ya, small marble we live on.

Also, I ran into a woman I’m supposed to meet with later this month in Chicago, and when I mentioned going back to my reunion last weekend, she said that her second child was about to graduate from that very same high school. She lives a few blocks from my brother and knew the restaurant where I served banquets in a dirndl way back when. Jiminy.

In other, much bigger news, Logan is eight today!

I ran over to his dad’s before seven this morning so I could be the first to kiss him awake and wish him a happy birthday. Daphne greeted me with, “I was just dreaming about you.” And Dylan crawled into my lap and made himself very small and snug. God, I missed them.

After the Great Showing Off of Art Projects and Objects Acquired in My Absence Ceremony, Daphne pinned her Mother’s Day gift on my jammies and they all scrambled to dress because it’s Logan’s birthday and Logan gets to choose every meal and he chose DONUTS. At the DONUT STORE. Heh. I’d love to see them in about an hour, face-down on their desks.

Since I’d promised from the airport that I’d make his favorite cookies for his class, I stopped at the store (yes, in my jammies and fuzzy slippers) to get eggs so I could drop the treats off at precisely 10:30. Logan’s having lunch at his teacher’s house (the kids can bank earned tickets to spend on privileges, and he banked his for this occasion), and he has already calculated that he will turn eight exactly two minutes after the halfway point of the lunch hour. My little guy. Good thing I remembered the time of day he was born.

Okay, I’m off to work (six inches to my left), and since I have several new and exciting projects to work on I will be scarce this week. Today’s the last day for play, and it shall end gloriously with a sushi dinner with mom, dad, three kids, Grandpa, Phil, and my ex’s roommate followed by Baskin-Robbin’s ice cream cake at my house.

I can’t wait.

P.S. They just came over with a glazed donut for me. So that’s why Logan was asking which was my favorite!