So, remember back in April when I was all “Pretty please, if you think I’m not stupid or awful, can you please, like, nominate me for a BlogHer Voice of the Year Keynote Speaker slot” and 48 of you were all “Oh, yeah, I’ll totally do that, and I’ll even write some super flattering, tear-jerking, and just plain awesome things about you too” ….. Remember that?

Okay.  Good.

Now, don’t get ahead of me – I’m not here to say that your nominations worked… yet.  They won’t be announcing the finalists for that until July.   Until then, the fate of my undoubtedly fabulous BlogHer speech rests delicately in the hands of the two lovely ladies who are picking the finalists.  Unfortunately, I’ve spent the last couple of months just a teeeensy weeeensy bit obsessed with the nominations.  I’ve tried over and over to calculate the probability of me landing one of those finalist spots, but I’m not sure math will give me the upper hand – or that I even know how to do the right math to figure out if my chances are good.

By my count….

There were a grand total of 162 nominations in the Opinion/Editorial category.
48 of those 162 nominations were for me (30%?)
85 separate bloggers were nominated.
I gathered the most nominations of any blogger.  Second to my 48 nods was a blogger who had 5.
Only 3 of the nominated bloggers will be invited to speak in NY.

(does the fact that I even have these numbers frighten you yet?  I told you I was obsessed – and, I know how to use the Pivot Table function in Excel.  Somebody stop her….)

At first glance, those seem like strong numbers in my favor, but remember back in March when I somehow finished my college level statistics course with an A despite having absolutely no idea how to calculate a standard deviation?  Yeah – here’s one of those times that math mighta come in handy.  Thanks, Loyola.

Since I’m no math expert, I can only guesstimate that if Probability was picking the winners, I’d be a shoe-in, right?  But like I said, this is all up to human preference, and I have no idea whether the two pickers think my blog is dumb, or my hair is stupid, or don’t like way I review certain books.  Or maybe they think I’m totally awesome, and they’re pooling their money right now to hire a sky writer to announce that I’m a finalist.  It’s really just up to them.  Eh, who knows.  But I keep thinking that getting picked would really be the icing on the cake in, what is turning out to be, The Year of Gina.

I can only hope these ladies are better at math than I am.