December « 2009 «

Less Don’t-Let-the-Door-Hitcha, More Adieu-y

December 31st, 2009%

So, Two-Double-Aught-Nine:

Your 365 being just almost up, it’s off you go, complete with a letter like your predecessor got. Well, maybe not just like your predecessor’s – let’s be honest, 2008 rocked in ways that you could have never touched no matter what you did. That’s not your fault – no way you could . . . → Read More: Less Don’t-Let-the-Door-Hitcha, More Adieu-y

Waiting Out the Nothingness with an Eye Toward Sticking It To Big Insurance and a Passion for Reallllllly Looooooooongish Post Titles

December 27th, 2009%

Sunday afternoon, sitting in bed, dining room table shopping on the Internet, refraining from saying the hateful things that spring to my mind periodically as my uterus tries to cramp the rest of me into tearful submission. I’m pretty much done with the crying. Even if uterus and broken cervix team up, I’m more . . . → Read More: Waiting Out the Nothingness with an Eye Toward Sticking It To Big Insurance and a Passion for Reallllllly Looooooooongish Post Titles

Merry OtherSuching

December 25th, 2009%

May your family be together,

May your crazy be contained,

May your merriness be much.

Merry Christmas!

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Danger: I Might Become a Spontaneous Embracer

December 16th, 2009%

Wednesday isn’t typically a posting day for me, but I can’t resist (also known as if-I-don’t-tell-you-now-I’ll-totally-forget-about-it-itis.)

Yesterday, as I waited on an appointment to show a property, I was chatting with the vacating tenant while she cleaned. She is recently married and so we girl-talked about weddings and husbands and . . .

She: “How . . . → Read More: Danger: I Might Become a Spontaneous Embracer

Other Such It-ness

December 15th, 2009%

You know how it is.

Some days you just need to have it all together. You need to look like someone in control. You need to be optimistic and twenty-something and cute and untouched by things that are not optimistic or twenty-something or cute.

That was Friday for . . . → Read More: Other Such It-ness

The Second Wave, The Broken Cervix

December 11th, 2009%

On Saturday I joked that if I could come up with another variation of the word “suck” to describe the current situation I would throw it out there. Since then: suckage, suckification, and suckening.

And now I’m pretty well over the desperate derivationing of “suck.” For which we can all be glad, I am . . . → Read More: The Second Wave, The Broken Cervix

The Worst Case: Suckfulness

December 5th, 2009%

Some things are just huge, heartbreaking, breath-stopping suckfulness.

Some things are the opposite.

It’s 10:00 on a Saturday morning and cuddling next to me in bed in polka-dot, footed pajamas, is a 20-month old little girl, The Child, whose cheeks are flush and rosy as she giggles through her first viewing of Rudolph the . . . → Read More: The Worst Case: Suckfulness

Do NOT Do the Math, Do NOT Do the Math, Do NOT Do the Math . . . .

December 1st, 2009%

Well here’s the pathetic truth: Monday was the fourth day, in a row, that I’ve spent in pajamas. And count The Child in on that lazy streak, too.

The last time we donned anything outside-appropriate was Thanksgiving, and but for the loving encouragement from The Husband that morning I would have passed on the whole . . . → Read More: Do NOT Do the Math, Do NOT Do the Math, Do NOT Do the Math . . . .