Monday, March 28, 2011

15 minutes of free-writing - again

I've done it before, but I'm not going to take the time to find it now.  I've been reading blogs for days, weeks, months - forever.  Fertility/infertility/parenting - it's everywhere.  I think I need to take a break from it all.  Maybe vacation is coming at the perfect time.  I can't wait.  I'm dreading the next two days at work, the fullness of them, but I can't wait to have so many days off in a row, to be away and doing things that aren't work.  With my favorite person by my side.

We moved our bedroom into the front room, the fire room, today.  The room that was our bedroom until about 7 o'clock tonight, we were going to turn it into a nursery there for about a week - now it'll be a big-ass walk-in closet.  I'm cool with this.  It's cheaper, for one.

I like this moving, upheaval thing we've been doing.  i like the change of it, the newness, the freshness.  And the fact that we're vacuuming each room as we go.  My sinuses are forever grateful.

I shaved my legs this weekend.  I don't think I had since the last time I blogged about it.  I'm not looking up how long ago that was, either.  It was too long.  Kimmie said I looked like a teenage boy - I let that marinate for a week or two and finally decided I was shamed enough to do something about it.  I always have the best of intentions - Kat used to shave every day.  Why can't I be more like that?  When the hairs are only a day old, it's easy to run a razor over your legs real fast while you're in the shower.  But I skip a day, then two, then a week, then four...and then you're hiking up your pantleg to show your co-worker/friend your shamefully long leghairs and for some reason it jars you when she says "you look like a twelve-year-old boy".

What the fuck am I talking about?

Let's talk about you - you there, reading this.  I love you.  I do.  You make me feel special.  Less than a month ago I had fewer than 45 people subscribed to this here life-expose'; now there are 90.  Whoa.  Really?  90 of you think I'm saying things here that are worth checking in on regularly?  I'm flattered.

And I love reading the things you all have to say.  I find so much comfort in the day-to-day of your lives, the struggles we share, the thoughts you have that I recognize as ones that I thought were only mine.  I had no idea this is what blogging could bring to my world, and I'm grateful to have found, or been found by, each of you.

And now Jimi's yammering something about something making fun of something on TV and this is my life and I wonder how in the world I got so lucky to be here, in this place, right now, at this time.  There is nothing I would change.  There is nothing I'd exchange or trade or switch.  This is my life, and my life is so good.


  1. See, that's why I love having really pale leg hair. Even if I am totally slack, it doesn't look bad.

  2. I'm also always proud of myself when I decide to shave my legs.. I tell lots of people and they just give me that "women are supposed to shave regularly" look.. so I understand your excitement!

  3. ugh. Now I have to go shave my legs. They don't look like a boy's legs, they're man legs.

  4. I hate having hairy legs. Although I secretly have hairy feet; I forget to do anything about them for ages and all of a sudden I look at them and feel as if I should find Gandalf and start walking from the Shire to Mount Doom.

  5. I make leg hair growth into a contest. I'm rooting for those strands that can spring away from my dry ashy skin in the hope that they can make it to the finish line.

    The finish line is an arbitrary day. Sometimes I just do one leg. Laziness and the slacking off of the hot water supply.

  6. Glad you shaved...haha! I rarely shave because even though my hair is almost leg hair is blond and weird! ANywho, I enjoy reading your blog so yay t hat you like writing it! Happy Tuesday!

  7. Gonna have to shave later, now that ya mentioned it. ^_^


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