Minor disclaimer:

I’m just going to come right out and say it: I love receiving “sponsored” products.

There’s rarely a person, online or off, who would say they don’t like getting things sent to them in return for writing about the products. It’s kind of one of the perks to being famous on the internet a moderately successful blogger.

Yes, there are many people who disagree with me who want to be paid actual cash money for writing a review or mentioning they received “sponsored” products, but for me, if I like something, I’m going to tell you about it whether it’s sponsored or not. <<<< long sentence alert

I used to feel obligated to tell the people of the internets all about a sponsored product I received and make sure I told the world about it in a succinct and proper professional manner. But times have changed. I’m the one in control of my blog and my online persona. I get to tell you want I want you to hear. I’m not controlled by the companies and PR firms sending me the free stuffs.

Yes, I’m a rebel.

OK, not really, but I do a good job of playing a rebel in my head. I’m also insanely rich, have a pet spider monkey, and can dance like Michael Jackson in my head, but that’s a different story.

Not everyone agrees with me, and that’s OK for me. I’m not sure if it’s OK for them, but c’est la vie. <<<< totally googled that

Above disclaimer aside, I’m in LUUURRVE with the Sorrelli jewelry I received this year to wear at BlogHer ’10. LOVE. Wanna marry. Would live in a cabin by a mountain lake for eternity with this jewelry.

Before I started blogging, I found out about Sorrelli because every gay man, woman, and rich child in my hometown was wearing it with everything from t-shirts to evening gowns. It’s stunning jewelry. When I started this whole conference-going thing and realized I could ask companies to send “sponsored” products to me in exchange for my opinion and spreading the word about the products, I twittered @sorrelli and asked if they’d want to participate in “Decorate Angie for BlogHer ’09.” Because I’m Awesome, they loved the idea, and they sent me and a few other lucky ladies some jewelry.

Jump ahead to this year’s BlogHer ’10, I asked again, and since they still love me, Sorrelli said, “Heck yeah, we wanna send you some fantastical jewelries!” or something like that.

This year, I received THE. MOST. GORGEOUS. necklace and earrings combo.

SOOOO, since that picture isn’t the best representation of the gorgousness this necklace embodies (is that even proper verbage?), here’s Sorrelli’s stock photo of the earrings/necklace combo (click on pics to see more about the jewelry on Sorrelli’s site):

Flat-out beautiful, right? If I want to be noticed (see: hair is fixed, clothes without an elastic waistband), I wear one of my Sorrelli pieces. It’s impossible NOT to receive a compliment when I wear one of my necklaces. It’s also a good way to pretend I’m important, and it distracts people from my fat belly rolls.

I’ve never thought of my breaks in posting as writer’s block, because I don’t consider my brain seepage as “writing.”

It’s really just edited brain dumpage.

Listening to Howard Stern this morning, as I do every morning, Jewel was on talking about her writing process. Basically, she doesn’t edit. She doesn’t think. She doesn’t worry about the future of the words.

She doesn’t believe in writer’s block.

“Writer’s block is for people who edit themselves.”

Apparently, I need to quit editing what I write. As in, just let it out onto the paper/screen. Don’t worry about the process or the subject or who will read it.

Just let it out.

that’s what she said

Like some dumb bunny on a reality dating show, I need to not worry what other people think of me and let the stupid fly.

Maybe I should go on a reality show just to learn how to release my inhibitions.

Is there a show out there looking for an overweight, 30-something, married mother of 2? Other than Wife Swap. And The Biggest Loser. Or, wait. Maybe TBL would take me. I could totally lose weight and be humiliated all at the same time. bygones

Not that I’m asking for it, but if more exciting things happened in my life (ex. winning the Lotto, going on Oprah), I’d have more exciting things to blog about. But then I’d also have to be a good story-teller, which, I am not. I’m like the worst joke/story-teller ever. (see: this blog)

Why do you even stick around here and come back? I love love that you do, but why?

I totally need a class in how to write good. Or better. Or more interestinger.

Most of my blog posts are written as I shower which explains a lot about the overwhelming self-deprecating overtones of my posts.

It’s also the reason most of my posts are disjointed and make little sense. My ratio of “Awesomeness thought in the shower” TO “Awesomeness actually typed” is pretty high.

It also explains why I sometimes forget to wash my body when I’m too busy thinking of the Awesome and not thinking about what needs to be done in the shower. It doesn’t, however, explain how I sometimes get into the shower still wearing my bra.

One of my favorite times to take a shower is after the girls are in bed. It’s nighttime but not my bedtime, I can wash my hair, and no one will be bothering me needing their butt wiped while I’m all wet WHICH HAS TOTALLY HAPPENED.

I have crazy-thick curly hair, so it doesn’t get washed every day. Three times a week is a good week. Washing before bed leaves a wet pillow which is way worse than The Wet Spot because there’s only two sides to a pillow.

All this is to tell you that while I’m in the shower lifting up my fupa to check out what’s doing below, I’m thinking of you.

What do you think about in the shower?