First, let us play a round of taps for Google Reader, which was my favorite way to peruse blogs. I can still get to mine through the “app” I created on my phone & iPad, but that’s it. BlogLovin is starting to grow on me – it’s a great way to stay organized & explore new blogs. My only complaint is that it operates under a partial feed & I’m a full-feed reader. Then again, clicking over to the blogs I read is just a little “thank you” that I don’t mind giving & the partial feed forces me to do that. You can follow this here ol’ blog by clicking this link: Follow my blog with Bloglovin
It still says “Heir to Blair” but it’s me & my current stuff.
THANK YOU for all of your sweet comments about Damien the mother effing cyst. I read every single one & while I haven’t had the chance to reply to all of them, sharing your stories & encouragement & pissed-off-ness really helped me last week. Doug even read them on his own & they helped him, too. That’s the best thing about this little space on the internet, the chance to tell stories & make the world a little easier to handle. Right now I’m in the place where I just want the damn thing out of me. It’s all kinds of uncomfortable & now I’m more worried about rupturing the thing – I had one burst in early 2008 before I started blogging & ZERO FUN. Me, crawling on the floor & sobbing at 3am & a distended belly for a few weeks. That was also on the right side, so now my right ovary gets the official side-eye & maybe it’s best if it comes out. I’m worried about cutting my egg count in half & fertility stuff, but I’ve talked to several friends that have gotten pregnant easily & successfully with only one ovary. So, you know. Babies in the future!
A slight bummer in that I might be out for the sprint triathlon in mid-May. I keep reminding myself that there will be others & all my work is not for loss even if I don’t get to race. I’m not sure what the standard wait time between laparascopic surgery & intense athletic competition is, but I’m doubting it is a mere three weeks. Especially since I’ve had to back off training significantly in hopes to not rupture the damn thing before they can yank it out.
Last week I pulled up in our driveway to see a rather distinct box sitting on our front step – a Build A Bear box. I figured it might be from a neighbor, seeing how we have some really great ones & they’re still in “welcoming committee” mode for our little family. As Doug pulled in behind me with Harry in tow, I picked up the box & noticed a shipping label from New York & rainbow hair sticking out of the windows in the box.
After reading about his love of My Little Pony, my editors at Babble sent Harry the brand-new Rainbow Dash Build A Bear.
He opened the box one tab at a time & then just stared in with the biggest smile on his face. “This is Rainbow Dash?” he asked in awe. Then he pulled the pony out & hugged him close. He’s slept with Rainbow Dash every night since. THANK YOU, Lindsey & Andrea & Jasmine & the rest of the Babble team!
In further housekeeping, the stuff I’ve written on Babble lately:
We found out the hard way that Hibby is allergic to amoxicillin. Here’s a run-down on what that means & what to look out for in case it happens to you.
I did some reading on SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder). I hope I did it justice.
My toddler reminds me of Grumpy Cat. (new brand of catfood? green peas? i’d rather link my ass for an hour.)
Teacher Appreciation Week is May 4-10. Peruse Pinterest accordingly.
& then I remembered how many FEELINGS & THOUGHTS I have about gym locker rooms, so see you soon when that post is done!