a blended life

I'm testing Blogger to see if it'll let me post pictures. Because I know everyone's dying to see birthday and Thanksgiving pictures. I pulled this off the internet, so........what that means is I don't know what I'm doing.

Would you like the good news or the bad news first? (Don't you hate it when people say that? Of course I never want the bad news. Besides, don't drag it out and make me guess and squirm. If you have bad news, tell me in a few concise sentences. Okay, my rant is over and I'm done.) Good news: Thanksgiving was great. Much better than anticipated. In fact, we enjoyed it. Bad news: I've reached the photo quota on my blog and Blogger won't let me upload anymore unless I pay for more space in Picasa. Or something like that. Which leads me to: More bad news: I hate these kind of techno issues and it will take me hours to figure out how to get pictures to upload on my blog again. But really, Good news: I've kept this blog up for nearly 4.5 years. That's a long time. I probably would have stopped if I was depending on readership. So, a reasonable conclusion would be: Good news: If I can keep up a blog for almost 5 years, surely I can finish my degree even...

Have you seen those internet pictures that are written in incomplete sentences? "That moment when you look at him and he's already looking at you."   What does that even mean? WHAT MOMENT, PEOPLE? Finish your thought! It's like saying, "Oh, I heard the funniest thing about you, but...never mind. I shouldn't say it."  I'm too outdated for these kinds of things, and it literally took me months to figure out that there wasn't going to be an ending to that incomplete sentence.  So, in spite of itself, my head has been thinking of it's own incomplete sentences. "That moment when you cut your nails and the clipping flies off into oblivion and you find it two weeks later." "That moment when you pass gas in a store and blame it on the baby." "That moment when you realized you spent way too long thinking about that moment." Here are a few randoms. I'll try to write in incomplete senten...

I have health issues. They are numerous and slightly ridiculous, like getting migraines on Sundays, not to mention a few women's problems that I won't bore you with. It's affecting every part of my life. The last doctor I went to tried to fix each individual issue, then told me my blood work was normal (LIAR!!!!). A friend recommended a different doctor who specializes in hormones and women's health and was supposed to be " very excellent". And when something is better than just excellent, you better pay attention. After rescheduling twice--once for being overstressed and once for insurance--I finally made it today. After about 534 questions, it was determined that I have....drum roll please... too much estrogen. Isn't that a wonderful diagnosis? Never was a woman so proud. So to balance out my poor, decrepit body, I have to rub progesterone cream on, I quote again, " body parts that don't have much fat".  I asked, What part would tha...

...Hannah used to cry all day? Those days aren't over. Instead of full-blown bawling, she fusses and whines and chases everyone with a plastic bat inside the house. Like today, for example.  Those days will never end, I've decided. She will wear me out and demand everything I have until the end. And then complain because it wasn't right, it wasn't enough. But then my heart will melt a little and I'll let her crawl into my lap and we'll rock. Until she stomps away and says, "Your chewing is so gross!" Like today, for example.  But I'll let her back in my lap with her Pooh softie and owl slippers and 'sugar jammies', her term for a pair of pj pants with doughnuts on them. And I'll smell her hair and she'll say, "You're the best mommy in the world," and all will be right in the world.  The only thing that kept her quiet today was watching Hello, Dolly!. Thank you, Barbara Streisand. 

So, a few days ago I posted my true, uncensored feelings about those thankful lists on Facebook. Then I realized that many of my friends and family are actually taking it seriously and posting grateful things, so I deleted my post and felt a mild amount of shame for being snarky when I really could be...grateful?   THEN, I figured I shouldn't be so worried about offending people and really, if you are reading this blog, you probably understand my blunt rhetoric and would be forgiving of my slightly bitter take on the whole thing. And because we are all friends, I should have left the post up. So I went to re-post, but Blogger deleted the whole thing completely. Lesson learned--if you write a biting post about what other people put on Facebook, don't delete it. I can choose to not read Facebook, after all. Or better yet, I could just be a grateful person and uplift 339 people with my thankful thoughts everyday in the month of November. Especially if I have THE MOST WONDERFUL h...