possibly nsfw

Or, this post is not all about my boobs, despite what it looks like.

Neighbor Baby hearts Teh Peeps.  Who have a new and improved home not immortalized here.  This is their old not-so-hot home.

Folks who have done their required reading will remember the neighbor cooked a Whole Pig in my drive way.  Other folks who’ve read Little House in the Big Woods will remember that the pig’s tail was a Big Deal in that book and hence a Big Deal to me, although not to anyone else.  It was delicious.  And doesn’t my gf have nice legs?  I love when she wears shorts.  And will somebody tell me why posting and aligning pictures is so fucking hard in WP?

 

wallowing in summer, or Looking Up

today:

• scrambled eggs with cheese and onions, toast, radish slices and tea for breakfast with TNG
• arrival of the little bird at 8:30
• swimming lesson at 11
• a/c in the Benz seems to be working – woo!
• towels and suits on the line
• long nap for the little bird
• watermelon drink with mint made into popsicles
• watermelon rind waiting to be pickled
• chicken coop nearly finished
• house staying cool
• raspberries almost ready, strawberries on their way out, roommate’s garden going great guns
• still in bathing suit top – why take it off?

 

just quick for the win

• school’s done
• the yard is trashy, but there is a  whole pig (yes:  Whole.  Pig.) smoking in the drive way, which adds to the trashyness in a way that makes trashy into Trashy.
• the neighbors are on chicken duty for the weekend, and Whole Pig duty.  They win
• Also winners – KG and her fab fiancee, who are in town for A Wedding
• Music last night, and Wednesday, with Jim Waive.  Everybody wins!
• New dress for aforementioned wedding (and forty-eleven other weddings to come) bought with gift card from LB.  Said new dress allows me to loan other dress to said LB for yet another wedding
• nice times with The New Girl
• market this am with good old JG
• Junior cat is mat-free
• chickens can be outside almost all the time
• did I mention the Whole Pig in the driveway?

 

how about a list

(just so we know this is not a blog only about my peeps)

In no particular order:

1. there are one and one half days of school left.  Thank fucking god.  I don’t blog about work, but this year has sucked.
2. the peeps spend most days outside, which is great, because they are messy as shit.  For real.  But I heart them.
3. no camp for me this summer (teaching, that is).  I have a fab new babysitting charge – let’s call her…..  ah, something.  I’ll come up with something.
4. ttc shit is totally overwhelming and hence paralyzing.  What to do next?  Can’t think about it, can’t decide, can’t deal.  Woo!
5. recent fab visit from my white grandma involving tea at my house – twice!  Woo for real!
6. general blah > general not blah.  This bites.
7. j says I’m not blogging enough.  Who am I to argue with her?
8. the kitten, who were once so tiny, are now 1 and very big.  I also heart them.  The boy one likes to lay around “guarding” the peeps when they are outside.
9. The New Girl is being…. well, herself.  We’ll see how all that goes, as I can’t really be much of anything but myself, and those mesh less than well recently (see #6 above).
10. house and yard are, as per usual, more work than I want to deal with.  Lame.  Dirty and untidy do nothing to make me feel good, and yet they are so hard to send packing.
11. I have a new doula client, which causes me to remember that I really, really like birth work.
12. LB is very good at keeping up with folks, for which I am grateful.
13. my csa started and the neighbors are going to roast a whole pig in my driveway.

What’s new with you?

 

free range

 

as i can’t seem to have a baby

I’ll just keep on collecting baby animals.

 

monday = 26

There seems to be a flame war in the comments for my past post – Wheeeeeee!  (For the record, I will sell my soul for welsh cakes.)

Today’s lunch:  tuna salad from the ever charming good old JG with arugula and red leaf lettuce from the market. Log your lunch.  You know you want to.

Off to take my 200 mg of prometrium……

 

2 for 2

Or Two for Two, if you’d rather.  

Here’s the source of my new favorite daily email:  Grammar Girl.  See, you go to the site and not only can you read all about Fun Grammar Stuffs, you can sign up to get one email a day delivered right to your very own inbox!  Woo!    

Today, I went to a soccer game to watch Sophie fall and totally fuck up her ankle.  Poor kid.  she has crutches now, of which I’d bet she is very proud.  Her mama took to the hospital and she got a brace that goes from her ankle to her mid-thigh, which “really sucks.”  Or so she says.  Then when they got back, her mama got attacked by one of their cats.  Quite the afternoon.

Lunch.  Bulgogi and collard greens, boiled and then well buttered.  The market started a few weeks ago and all I want to do is eat greens all day.  Log your lunch, please.

 

oh, look – it’s me again

Is it bad that I never blog any more?  Maybe it’s a blessing – fewer numbered lists and less moaning about infertility.   So maybe y’all are happier, but I *miss* you.

(As a side note, we had a speaker come to talk to staff and parents about the local Atachment Clinic and, while she had some interesting things to say, she also used less where she should have used fewer.  Nice.)

So, yeah.  I’m trying again.  To knock myself up, you know.  And to blog more and better.  Well, at least more.

Is it bad that I have absolutly no qualms about hitting override on old FF?  They don’t know when I ovualte – *I* do.  Fuck them and their stupid “we think you may….”  bullshit.  I don’t even miss the VIP membership I didn’t renew and no I won’t be bothered to make note of every damn thing that happens every damn day in my chart.    I’ll just hit override to set my ovulation date and be on my merry way.  Stupid old FF.

Oh, the stats.  I know you want them and you know I want a list:

• CD 14.
• IUI in the afternoon.
• Post wash count 120.

Other things of note:  There’s a baby here!  And here!  Yay!  I’m late – one of those kids is damn near a month old, I think.  But here they are!  A long time coming but here they are.

Even more things of note:  well, one thing.  There are 27 days of school left.  Insert your own cheering here.

And lunch.  Last night’s leftovers of lamb, rice and peas.  Sort of boring but not too terrible.  And an apple on the way to see Tom the Lab Guy to pick up the goods.  All 120  million of them.  Log your lunch, just for old times sake.

 

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