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The Awards I’ve Been Stockpiling

I know what some of you are thinking. It’s something along the lines of this:

WTF, Thoughtsy. I gave you an award months ago, and you haven’t posted it. Oh, Homework, Thoughtsy, I hate you. You stink. I wish I could wash you away in the sink….

Here’s where I post all of the awards at the same time and break all the rules about telling you 7 things about myself. 

For the last award, I told you what kind of cheese I liked.

Seriously. 

If you really want to know 7 things about me, ask me a question in the comments. Or go read 7 posts. Do a little leg work. I can’t spoonfeed and spoil you for the rest of your life.

Despite my half-ass participation, I do want to thank everyone who passed along an award to me. I love you! Your Pop-Tarts are in the mail.

And I’m passing the awards along to anyone who’s having a bad day. May one of these awards cheer you up!


My Dog Made It to First Base

Little Ozzy is quite the ladies’ man dog. And he’s bold. Bold enough to make a move for first base with Kiefer watching.

You can read all about it on Snotting Black. I’m guest posting over there today. Edrevets, thanks for having me!

What is Ozzy saying?
(A) Cheri, I would much rather be covering you with puppy kisses than chewing on this elephant.
(B) MINE!


The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Do you know what time it is?

No, it is NOT Howdy Doody Time.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. It’s Halloween costume shopping time!

Kiefer and I ordered our first costumes this weekend. That’s right. I said “Kiefer and I.” Because it’s “and I” not “and me” as a subject. Because we’re wearing matching costumes this year. Ooooooo…matching costumes…that’s a big committment for Mr. Kiefer.

Anyways…are you following me on Twitter? If so, you already know that I guest posted on Oma’s blog about the imminent pumpkin threat this season. If not, go check it out. It may save your life.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “He’s a genius! We once had a dog who wanted to be an investor because she ate my wallet.”—Cannibalistic Nerd


One Time Too Many

I needed one more post to vent, so like yesterday, no funnies here today. But I have good news to share tomorrow.

Nothing can prepare you for a miscarriage. All of those pregnancy books I was reading…not one contained a chapter on miscarriages. Not one said, “This may happen to you during your pregnancy. Sorry for your loss. It’s going to hurt, but you’re not alone.”

Nothing can be done about an early miscarriage, so when I started bleeding, I was ordered to bedrest and to call if the bleeding increased.

Which it did.

The advice nurse tried to be optimistic by saying some women have some bleeding early in pregnancy, but I knew what was happening.

But I tried the nurse’s point of view anyways, which led me to spend the evening in bed, thinking…

Maybe if I just don’t move….

Pretty soon that thought turned to…

Maybe I shouldn’t have walked around this morning. Maybe I shouldn’t have done the elliptical last night. Did I miss a prenatal vitamin? How much alcohol did I drink before I knew I was pregnant….

All evening and night I fought. As if sheer will would have kept me from miscarrying. As if the baby wasn’t already gone….

When Kiefer took me to urgent care in the early hours of the morning, I was exhausted. I’d had maybe 3 hours of sleep. I was 4 pounds lighter than I was not even 48 hours before, and my blood pressure was so low, it’s amazing I was still standing.

Any optimism I once had was long gone.

The doctor tried to make me feel better by saying:

  • It wasn’t anything I did: not exercising, not sex, and not stress.
  • Between 25 and 50% of all pregnancies end in first trimester miscarriages. I wouldn’t wish this feeling on anyone. My heart breaks for anyone else who’s experienced a miscarriage.
  • Usually a miscarriage is a one-time occurence.

But it’s still one time too many.

Thank you all so much for your comments on yesterday’s post. Kiefer and I truly appreciate all of your kind words and bloggy hugs.

No one knew I was pregnant, so when I miscarried, I felt like I couldn’t tell anyone. I ended up emailing another blogger who’d been through a miscarriage. She’s a Maineiac helped me.

I read a few posts by other bloggers, and as much as it pained me to read about someone else’s suffering, it made me feel better that I was allowed to hurt, that I wasn’t alone, and that someone else understood. That’s why I ultimately decided to blog about my miscarriage…maybe one day I’ll help someone else.


Where the Soup of the Day is Tequila

I know I didn’t post last week, but I have a really good reason. Just give me second….

Oh!

The ear Esme attacked got infected. They had to amputate it. And now I’m destined to spend the rest of my life walking around cupping my hand to my good ear and saying, “Eh?”

Instant Canadian.

Psych! (Yes, I just said, “Psych!”)

My ear is fine. I went to Fort Lauderdale for…

  • Ice cream?
  • Work?
  • Giant margaritas?
  • A blogger meetup?

All of the above are correct. I went for my Special Ops Ninja job (Yes, that’s totally a real job), and while I was down there, I met Lorraine from The Late Party Girls.

She rocks. And she took me to Jaxson’s: Home of the Kitchen Sink Sundae. No, we didn’t get it. They won’t give you that gargantuan-sized sundae unless you’re in a party of 4.

Obviously, they had no idea who they were dealing with because Lorraine and I are semi-anonymous. If only they’d known who we really were, we’d have been the exception.

Not wanting to reveal our secret identities, Lorraine and I settled for two scoops…which ended up being the size of our heads.

Also, while I was in Florida, Ddot and I partook in margaritas….which were also the size of our heads.

Ddot illustrating a hand-to-margarita size ratio.

That should be Fort Lauderdale’s new slogan.

Fort Lauderdale: Where Everything Yummy Is the Size of Your Head.