Talking Myself Down (see post below first)

I found this great site. Even if it is all lies, it is making me happy for the moment.

Talk Me Down

So I was just reading my book.  A modestly good read by Julia Alverez.  In it, a school for girls was about to close.  I burst into tears for all of the women in the world who don’t have access to the education they deserve.  Then I continued to cry because whenever I cry for [...]

Photo Friday: Pink?

I don’t like pink.
I think it is because I read somewhere when I was quite young, that a study was done that actually proved that looking at the color pink makes you weak. This naturally makes the “girls wear pink” mantra chafe my feminist skin.
Cakie, on the other hand, is quite enamoured of the [...]

Ummm Err Uh…

Does it make sense to blog when one has nothing to say?
Should I say I woke up this morning, 6 days after ovulation, with a pain in my left side worried that my embryo had implanted itself in my fallopian tube?  Nah.  I should keep that to myself.
Should I write all about my best friend’s [...]

Undah da Watah

Poor Cakie is suffering from his first case of some serious diaper rash. I’ll spare you the details. He spent a lot of time bare-bottomed today to give the poor suffering bum region some air.
I got the idea to go the the aquarium late in the day. By aquarium, of course, I [...]

Cakie Talk

You know how people say that toddlers speak in a way that only their parents can understand?  My son (who I call “Cakie” on this blog) is just learning to speak.  He has a knack for saying words with slight variations which actually make them sound like other words.  I’ve decided to illustrate this in [...]

The Winner Is…

The number one, all-time most hilarious search term used to find my blog:
“bert and ernie having gay sex”

My Wonder Twin

I have one more thing to say today. I couldn’t write about it without permission.
This morning I got a very good sign for my cycle.
It came in the form of my neighbor and Clomid wonder twin, Gwen. She shuffled over to my apartment from her apartment down the hall, still in pajamas and slippers. [...]

I Feel Pregnant

Yup. I can already tell that try #8 (IUI try #2) is going to be one of those months. If I am pregnant, I have only been so for less than 24 hours. Yet my boobs feel like they rival Dolly Parton and I’m nauseated. (I’m also prone to exaggeration. They [...]

8 Things About Me on My 8th Try

Shiela tagged me for a meme. I’m not much for following rules, so I don’t know if I’ll actually tag 8 people. But I do love writing and playing games. Yay! I’m it! I’m counting to 10, you’d better run away!
Here are the rules:
Let others know who tagged you.
Players start with 8 [...]