I’m sorry if I owe you an email, or haven’t been commenting, or seem to be MIA…I’m okay, I think I just need some “me” time. Or something. xoxo
It’s been a long week. Both good and bad things happened…but here I am, still standing, and it’s finally Friday. As a bonus, just today I found out I have the holiday off on Monday, when all week I’ve assumed I’d have to come in. That was quite a pleasant – and much needed – surprise.
I’d give anything to spend a day this weekend doing nothing but reading and snuggling with this guy:
Let’s hope I can make it happen.
Happy Friday, everyone. Thanks again for your incredible support and wonderful-as-always comments on last week’s post. I wish I could thank each and everyone one of you by hand-delivering (arm-delivering?) a hug and some baked goodies.
Have a wonderful weekend, dear friends.
Your dreams are
almost always here!
So there you go. No more worrying if your dreams will come true or not, they’re all already here. You know it must be true if it’s written on the wall of a bathroom stall.
It’s just like if you were to call Jenny, you know you’d have a good time because it says so right there above the toilet next to her number! Then again, there’s the chance she could make a special kind of dream come true. *wink, wink*
I just erased a long emotional tirade about how I wish I had more passion for protesting the war and how the numerous battles have effected me and my family personally; but after last night’s post, it just felt like too much. All I really wanted to say is that today I’m thinking about my grandfathers who are still with us and my uncle who is no longer, S’s step-father and her sweet friend from college that lost his life in the war, and all the men and women who have served our country. Just saying thank you doesn’t seem like enough.
(Also, I can’t help but put this in because it hits close to home — did you know that during the past two years, the US military has lost more men and women to suicide than it has to combat in Iraq and Afghanistan? Devastating. This war needs to end. Yesterday. A decade ago.)
I just figured you were wondering how my bruise was coming along, so I didn’t want to leave you in the dark any longer about it’s status.
You don’t think about me and my injuries on an hourly basis?
Oh, okay. Fine. Whatever. But you’re going to get a progress report anyway.
As you may remember, this is how it looked a week ago:
Here’s what it looked like Saturday night:
And here’s what it looked like last night:
It just keeps getting uglier.
So there you go. You’re welcome. You no longer have to worry about me and my arm…it’s only scaring away little children everywhere.
Or, you know, you can just go back to whatever you were doing 35 seconds ago.
Wow. Feeling lonely on your blog? Want to increase your views? Apparently all you have to do is make a sex innuendo in your post title, and they’ll come flocking.
I feel like I should apologize to all the newcomers that came here for a little somethin’ somethin’ and all you got were baked goods and a reproductively-challenged married woman. Talk about a turn-off. Unless, of course, that’s your thing. If that’s the case, then welcome to heaven!
Some of the links that people came from to get here yesterday took what little innocence I had left. And that was just the link I was seeing! I hate to think what’s behind those clicks. I’m blushing just thinking about it.
I do however find it very humorous that I then chose to post a picture that included a positive pregnancy test and that’s what they came to. Ha!
In other less…ahem…exciting news, my doctor’s appointment on Monday went pretty well. I ended up meeting with the midwife I had during my last pregnancy because my doctor was out of town and she scheduled me for an advanced ultrasound in a couple of weeks to see if we can check things out at their height.
She’s concerned blood might not be flowing to my ovaries properly, causing the cysts to hang-on instead of dissolve like they should. I also brought up the fact that they’re always on my left — a sign my right ovary may not be functioning properly and becoming a bit lazy in its old age. Hopefully it will give us some answers as to why the cysts keeps lurking.
And now, since I can’t figure out where to go from here, how about a picture of the t-shirt I won? It rules.
I’ll take any chance I get to show my pride for my amazing home state, and the fact it’s cool is an added bonus. I’m going to rock it every chance that I get. Maybe even the luck it took to win it will spill over into the rest of my life.
(If you love Maine as much as I do or just want a cool shirt, check out the rest of Chris’ Maine-inspired gear over at http://www.beermemaine.com/.)
(No, he didn’t pay me to say that, but I figure the least I can do is point people in his direction since he sent me a t-shirt for free! Contest or no contest…that’s still awesome.)