So, we’re supposed to do an end of the year post? Is this what I hear?

This isn’t a resolution post. For one thing, I don’t usually make them. I’m just going to keep working on the things I’ve talked about in my last few posts.

Did anyone even read those? Is anyone even reading this? Do I have any readers left?

So, yeah, maybe not a resolution, but I’m back on the blogging horse, so to speak.  Over the last few weeks, I’ve sorted out why I haven’t been devoting much energy to the blog (or reading and commenting on others’ blogs).  I’ve written and rewritten this here paragraph like three times so I’ll just cut to the chase and say I let myself get distracted and bogged down worrying about who was reading or not reading and what they thought and what I was “supposed” to be doing or not doing as a “blogger”.

I can’t say I’m over that entirely (what blogger is?) but I’ve adjusted my thinking about it and figured out how to make blogging be what it used to be for me.

The best way I can think of to get a fresh start is to clear out all my saved drafts in one post.  Some of these would have been pretty good, if I do say so myself.  But, since I did not have my shit together you get the Cliff’s Notes version.

Why I Suck at Blogging Part Two

You guys.  This has been sitting in my drafts folder since MARCH.  March.  And do you know what it was going to be about? How I get worried about what other “popular” bloggers think about me and how I get too nervous and shy to leave comments on popular blogs.  Also about how I suck at self-promotion because I hate it.

That was nine months ago! Stuck, much?

Road Trip ‘09

Our friend Allison got married in July in LA.  We decided to drive there and make it a week long road trip of attending the wedding, visiting Disneyland, and coming home by way of Reno.  How I managed to fuck this post up, I still don’t know. I was taking notes and pictures, people! I’d been planning to blog this trip from the moment we started making travel arrangements.

I mean, there was a wildfire on the way there with flames and helicopters and everything.

The bridge and groom did their first dance to Poker Face.

I got such huge blisters from wearing Teva’s to Disneyland like a fucking dumbass that I spent the last three hours of the day wearing white socks with my sandals and not giving a shit who saw it.

I had the best meatloaf of my life at some restaurant in Anaheim that I don’t remember.  It was so good that I cried when I realized I’d left my leftovers at the restaurant.  I’m not kidding. Tears and everything.

Sigh.  Yeah, that would have been a good post.

Mr. Mousey

Apparently while we were away from our house for over a week in July, some dickhead field mouse decided to move into our house.  With his family.

See, this was one of those posts that was going to be all funny.  It was going to start with the story about how I found out about the mouse by catching the little bastard red-handed in the middle of the night.  Sitting in my cupboard eating my gluten-free crackers.  Not the cheap saltines mind you, my fancy crackers.

Then there would have been some more funny about our various attempts to catch the crafty little shit.

And the story would have ended with him running off into the tall grass of the field where my husband released him.  After possibly giving him brain damage by releasing the trap on a tree branch so he could get a picture of the mouse leaving.  (Is he married to a blogger or what?) Things went a little awry and the trap fell off the branch and then he had to shake the mouse out of the trap and then the mouse kind of sat there on the grass stunned.  Like this:

Then I felt bad and worried about the poor little possibly half dead mouse wandering around.  This lasted about 4 days.  That’s about how long it took for all the baby mouses to come crawling out of various pieces of our furniture.  The more little mousey beds and piles of turds I found and the more Clorox I had to buy, the less bloggy I felt about it.

About My Uterus Part Eleventy Billion

Obviously I didn’t get pregnant this year.  I’m going to keep with my short version theme here because I do intend to fire up the Oh Baby! blogs again.

The bad news is we’re not going to get pregnant until I have another surgery.  My surgical consult is scheduled for Feb. 1, which means some more waiting.  Which I totally suck at.

But, there’s lots of good news too.  It’s finally been sorted out that this is an ob/gyn thing that needs to get taken care of first, then we start officially trying, and only if we’re unsuccessful after that do they start saying “infertility”.

I love my doctors, so I don’t want to say anything negative.  I’ll just sum it up by saying as a patient I got caught up in a bit of a labeling tug of war that I allowed to affect me more than it should have.

So after this surgery? No more infertility talk.  Just conception talk.

Yay for 2010!

Tags: conception, mice, mouse traps, ob/gyn, road trips

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