Woulda Coulda Shoulda

… including, apparently, participating in a meme. I’m thinking I’m really not looking forward to wrapping.

Sheyna tagged me with the Seven Sevens meme, and I’ve been trying to wash it off ever since. However, the bleach is starting to burn a bit, so I figured just doing it might be the best course of action.

(For those of you playing along at home in the “Chiropractor: Love or Hate?” game, updated tales of my progress in Whiplash Land will return tomorrow. Try to contain yourselves until then.)

Without further ado…
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And this time, everybody play nice, and don’t crash the server.

The sucking up as well as the hard-hitting interview are both live for your perusal.

Apparently I’m writing over there tomorrow, too. Maybe I should think of a topic….

I am being shamelessly flattered by the Mommy Bloggers today. I don’t know how much they had to pay all of those pretty, pretty people to say such lovely things, but I’m in favor of it.

There will be an interview with me posted there later today, in which I attempt to not sound too much like the self-conscious, blurting nitwit that I am. Should be fun.

EDITED TO ADD: As of 4:53 Eastern, Jenn informs me that I’ve crashed the Mommy Bloggers server. Well, not ME, personally, but it’s down due to too many people eager to see me make a fool of myself, apparently. It will be back as soon as they can fix it!

UPDATE, 7:05 Eastern: Temporary mirror site is up here. And I’m starting to take the server crash personally. Was it something I said??

UPDATE, 9:00 Eastern: My head continues to swell, OR bad karma bites me in the butt–you choose. The mirror crashed. Jenn says I’m grounded. Damn.

Have you ever had one of those sorts of days when you’re just feeling kinda blah, and you certainly don’t look your best, and you kind of just want to hole up with a good book and some ice cream, and then it turns out that you have to, like, entertain company?

When I was eight months pregnant with Chickadee, I woke up one Sunday morning and burst into tears. I was too fat, too uncomfortable, and the very idea of hauling myself to church was TOO MUCH. I told my husband to go without me. He insisted I would feel better if I just got up and out. I pulled the covers over my head. He continued cajoling me until I put on one of his shirts and some stretch pants, threw my hair into a ponytail, and accompanied him to church (sans shower). When we came home? All of my friends were at our house, throwing me a baby shower. Oops!

And so it is today–the first day that my children are away on their trip–that I have worked late, grocery shopped, come home and considered going straight to bed. Well, maybe I’ll poke around online a bit, first. While I have some ice cream.

Imagine my shock and surprise to discover than Woulda Coulda Shoulda is today’s Yahoo! Pick. Here I am with thousands of new visitors and unsightly stubble. I’m so embarrassed.

Thank you, Yahoo!, for taking notice of my little corner of the world. I am humbled to be recognized. But, uh, a heads up would’ve given me time to shave… and maybe bump those posts prominently featuring my vagina off of the top page. Just sayin’.

You should click to see the whole thing. I suppose it may not make you laugh as hard as it did me, but this made my day. I love it when people get me. And I love it when I can laugh at myself. Go give Cathy at Domestic Psychology some love for passing it along.

Greetings, readers of Blogging Baby! Thanks for stopping by. I’m either away from my desk or on another blog right now, but I’m sorry to have missed your visit.

Just in case you need to know more about me, please read this entire message.

I’m a happy homeowner. Sometimes, I do my own repairs. Which is part of why I decided to found a Mommune, complete with specific rules.

Last summer I had a hysterectomy, and was a cranky convalescent. This was followed by ongoing hormone hell.

I don’t really talk about my job, but I was out of work for a long time. After revising my resume, I had some interview adventures. Really. But then I wrote a silly cover letter that got me hired someplace cool.

I’m often conflicted. Sometimes I’m an idiot. Occasionally I’m just plain happy.

Also? I love my kids.

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

Thanks to the lovely folks at Mosaic Minds, I am this month’s Chick Pick in their “Kindred Spirits” edition.

I’m humbled that they found me interesting enough to write about, and thank the ever-talented Beverly for doing such a nice write-up. Check out the entire issue, won’t you?