Lion and Magic Boy

So by now you all know I’ve been writing for Strollerderby over at Babble for awhile, it’s like no big deal at this point, right? Except I do write some amazing stuff there from time to time; you should check it out. Except today. Today’s kind of lame for me. And yesterday.

But now, with site expansion, a whole new crop of writers are appearing! Last week’s news was the last straw. I am totally in blogcrushland with the news that not only have I been sharing Strollerderby space with Metrodad and Suburban Bliss, and WouldaCouldaShoulda, voted by me as Blogger Who Is Most Likely Living My Life For Me Thank You, has been writing beginning this month for the new products blog Droolicious, but now! The fabulous Mrs. Kennedy is shedding sweet-tart witticisms on parenting at one of the new personal blogs at Babble, California Breedin’.

Whoa.

I am pretty sure that people reading Strollerderby look at the sidebar that lists all the bloggers and say, “Yep, yep, yep, I know that one and that one and that one and WAIT! Who the hell is this Karen Murphy??! What is she doing in here?”

Either that or they assume I’m just another not-quite-semi-famous blogger they’ve never heard of. Heh.

At any rate, I’m in extremely good company over there and I’m very pleased to be there with all the fabulous writers. In fact, I’m so pleased that I’m going to go next month and hang out with a lot of them in Chicago at BlogHer 2007!

Yeah, yeah, I realize I don’t do the group-thing well, especially women-in-groups. Bleh. But somehow I don’t think I can pass up the opportunity to meet so many wonderful women-who-write, women who are doing what I’m doing in some fashion, either many steps beyond me down the path or on a similar path or whatever. It’s not just the networking possibility. It’s more of wanting to hang out with People Who Get Me, and this whole Divulge Embarrassing Details About Your Life in Public thing isn’t something that everyone Gets. So there you go. Never mind that I haven’t actually met any of these people before. Never mind that when in groups I tend to blend in with the potted plants or completely sequester myself while hating the whole group-thing, feeling incredibly left out yet dismissive at the same time. Forget all that. I’m going and I’m going to have a wonderful time. So there.

And if I get to meet or even be in the same room with any of the aforementioned, or anybody in the list at right and a whole lot more, then my heart will explode with joy.