An Update, August 2009

It’s official. This blog now has more unfinished drafts than published posts.

Every time I sit down to compose a thought — any thought — something comes up. Someone needs a band-aid, someone else needs a snack, an animal needs to be fed, a phone answered, a door shut, a window opened, a dog told to stop licking the other dog’s ass and by the time my fingers hit the keyboard only one thing is any longer needed: a nap. For me. Immediately.

So the five words I managed to type over the slurp, slurp, slurp of the dogs cleaning each others’ genitals before I completely lost my mind sit, untouched in an open window for a week until finally, I close the window and say screw it. I’ll blog another day.

And another, and another, and another. And then, before I know it I’ve got eleventy-hundred drafts and not a one worth publishing.

So, before some asshole interrupts me, a quick update.

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It’s getting cold here already. Sweatshirt and jeans to do chores cold. Mother nature seems to have forgotten that it’s still August. Demented old hag.

Classes have begun for the semester. I now remember why that semester or two off was so. damn. nice.

I’m not sure if it’s hormones or the swine flu but I’ve been suffering from something lately. Unless I’m in bed or the shower I’m all clammy all the time. I feel ridiculously hot and am sweaty but to the touch my skin is ice cold. No other symptoms, but if I start oinking you’ll be the first to know.

I got my haircut. Specifically told the stylist DO NOT cut it right at my chin. Yeah. Guess where she cut it. It’s a mess. Thank Tom Cruise for hair ties and bobby pins.

Speaking of hormones, after hitting twenty pounds up from the point where I was when I started on the magic ovarian cyst stopping Nuva Ring, I went off it. Lost four pounds in the first week. Cross your fingers for me the cysts and pain don’t return because I am not sure I can choose to be fat just to get rid of them.

We seem to have figured out what’s wrong with our big canine baby. He has allergies. A battery of tests to determine which allergies will only run us about the price of a mortgage payment. Yeah. We’re NOT getting right on that.

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The September/October issue of MOMeo Magazine should be hitting the “stand” soon — it’ll feature an article by yours truly!

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