Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sunny Days and Shexy Hair

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd.......................I'm Back!!!

It's been a pretty busy month, and I wish I could say that it was full of the Funny! but, not so much. But I was told by my Hair-Doer that I MUST update, therefore.... Here I am. And I got nothing, people.

Husband is away for a week long fishing trip (Can I get an Amen Brothers and Sisters!) and I have the E-N-T-I-R-E bed all to Mahself.

What else has happened? I got new Blonde-y hair. I actually got to sit outside with the neighbors already. I tried to propose marriage to my back-cracker. Cause God, do I looove him. And I am working insane amounts of time.

I dropped my dog off over at Grandma and Pap's (That would be my parents, and P.S.? They love when I talk about their grand-dog. They are trying to have me committed. Whatev.) Anyway, Doghead is living it up this week with my sisters dog Gracie-Butt. I can only imagine they are staying up late giggling and talking about boys. (Okay, maybe my parents have a reason for wanting me committed..)

I really wish I had something amazing, and witty to say. I went to the OB, everything looks okay, we can try again in 2 cycles... blah blah blah. My husband bought me a beautiful ring for Easter with October's birthstone in it to remember the baby we lost. It makes me feel good to have something that signifies our loss. Our life is going on, and getting easier, but I still fall down some days.

Our group of friends has decided to make our own fun this year, and have a summer to remember. Currently, I believe we are working on a BBQ rotation, and Deck Sitting Season will officially kick off soon. Here's to warm weather, and sunshine.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.... I'm Out!!

P.S. Please keep my good friend Crystal in your thoughts for the next few weeks. Her 3 year old daughter had a mole removed for biopsy today and will not get the results back for 1 to 2 weeks. Miss Buggy is too cute for words, so please pray that all is well. Thank you.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Word Vomit and Lady Bits

I go to the OB for my 2 week follow-up in the morning. Fully expect terrible news, and am willing to show off my lady bits to anyone who will a.) look and b.) give me a reason why I can't carry a baby past 7 weeks. If this means the janitor, I am fine with that... I have my good days and bad, bad being can't stop crying (And P.S.? I hate to cry, so of course when these days happen? Am Annoyed.) A good day would be not feeling like I was just punched in the stomach. And the always present people who word vomit and think they are being helpful? Awesome for the healing process. Like this convo I had at a graduation party on Saturday:

Drunk Moron: Wow! 2 miscarriages, huh?

Moi: Um, yes.

DM: That is really rough? What are you doing?

Moi: Doing? Um, just trying to stay positive...

DM: No, I mean doing wrong? I never had a miscarriage...

Moi: Oh, right. Doing wrong. Perhaps it was all the recreational drugs I was doing?
Then, I thought about neck punching her. Cause, I totally think I deserve to neck punch her. Actually, I think that I would be doing the human race a favor if I neck punch her.

In other news, my dog has decided she LOVES! POPCORN!! But if mommy gives her popcorn, daddy yells at both of us. So mommy is trying to teach Sydney to Chew! With! Her! Mouth! Closed! So far? Colossal FAIL. But Mmmm...... is popcorn good.