What do you blog about?

At the conference I went to in South Carolina we had to fill out sheets of paper as a get-to-know-everyone exercise.

There were several squares on a piece of paper, and each square had something written on it. The idea was to introduce yourself to people, then get them to sign whatever square described them.

Examples of squares: Can spot a typo a mile away, Grammar Nazi, Writes a blog.

Mostly I signed the 'can spot a typo a mile away' square, but sometimes those were already signed.

Hmm. What's a blogger to do in this situation?

On a few I signed the 'Writes a blog' square, which led to people asking me about my blog, which made me realize that I really don't like talking about this blog.

Weird, right?

The main question people asked me was what I blogged about.

I write about making babies mad and how much of an introvert I am.

Then there was the time my bff got married and my eyes almost exploded (not really), the time I danced like an idiot, and a post about how I fall down a lot.

So, basically, that's a terrible question to ask a blogger, especially an introverted blogger, because I have no idea what the answer is. 

Kansas girl tries southern food, hilarity ensues.

I want to apologize in advance for the ignorance of this post.

Last night we went to a fancy pants reception at a museum. 

It was beautiful, wonderful, and I had a great time.

The food was also beautiful, the kind of food you eat with a tiny fancy fork wearing fancy pants clothes.

Please note that I do not fit into the crowd of people who do this.

But it was fun!

The food, though, was not something I'm used to. There was shrimp, stuff in a shell, some type of fish on a waffle. It was all southern food.

I'm from Kansas. I eat things with four legs, not things that swim.

I did try one of everything. At least the one shrimp I ate didn't have eyes and wasn't looking at me. That's a plus.

Somebody asked me if I was eating an oyster. I looked at her, thought about it for a second, then said: "I'm from Kansas. I don't know what I'm eating."

Everyone laughed. Honesty is usually the best policy.

The real meal afterwards was this.

That's a big bowl of watermelon sorbet with sprinkles and chocolate candy.

I have no regrets.

Eating on the road is tough. I'm lactose intolerant, allergic to cinnamon and have a whole slew of other issues when it comes to eating food.

My main requirement for food is that it walks, not swims. 

You can take the girl out of Kansas, but you can't take Kansas out of the girl.