Y’all are so nice. And pretty! So pretty! Thank you for indulging my tantrum yesterday, for a tantrum is what it was. I’m better now. I mean, yes, WAH WAH WAH I DON’T LIKE THIS, it sucks to be told that something is wrong but they don’t know what or how to fix it. But in the grand scheme of things, I should shut up already.
Because, basically, there are three possibilities:
1) I have something awful and/or terminal, in which case I am wasting this period of blissful ignorance with worrying when I should be either shopping or eating chocolate.
2) I have something fairly run-of-the-mill and they’ll figure it out and fix it shortly, in which case I’m wasting this interim period with worrying when I should just go take a nap.
3) I have a little nothing that will be gone in another couple of antibiotic-saturated days, in which case I should drink a nice big cup of STFU and move on, already.
Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see which it is. Until then, come on over and have some ice cream with me!
So, um, today I… uhhh… slept a lot, felt my lymph nodes compulsively… and ummm… didn’t do much that was blog-worthy.
*looking around and scratching my head*
Yesterday Monkey had his 6-year check-up. I’m pretty sure he didn’t shut up the entire time we were there. I have NO IDEA where he gets THAT from. Of course, when HE does it, it’s charming. He is now a big strapping brute of… 41 pounds! That’s, like, I dunno, the negative 3rd percentile for 6-year-old boys. The child is skin and bones and big green eyes with foot-long eyelashes. He’s like a very chatty and adorable… insect. (Excuse me while I go put some more money in his therapy fund, now that I’ve verbalized that.)
Also his hearing is just fine, and apparently the thing where he shouts even when he’s standing right next to you is just due to unbounded spirit, rather than deafness. Is it bad that I was sort of hoping it was a hearing impairment?
And finally, he can tie his own shoes now. Provided you are willing to stand there for an hour or two while he does it. And maybe soothe him through a meltdown if the loops don’t come out right. But really, he’s awesome. I hardly ever fall asleep while waiting for him, any more.
Did I, maybe, at some point, mention that I sang this thing at church? Luckily it was recorded for posterity! And since I have nothing to say, I thought I might share the recording with you. Really, I just think it’s quite amusing. Partially because it’s such an amateur recording (actually done with a tiny microphone laying on a music stand right next to the choir) and the rustling of papers is a homey touch, and partly because–as the friend who was kind enough to provide said recording noted–you get to hear the “awkward and tentative New England church half-clapping” that follows.
Alas, the file is too large, so I cannot post it. Which is just as well, because really, it sucks. Nevermind.
One more thing, and then I’ll wrap up this sad excuse for an entry. Clearly I need more ice cream to really unstick my brain.
My walk donations have slowed down quite a bit, which I expected, I guess. Not to worry; I will be posting throughout my training and hopefully folks will continue donating… but I’m working on some ways to keep things going, too. One of my brilliant and oh-so-original ideas (ha! so funny!) is to add some stuff to my store that’s specifically marked as being intended to benefit the walk. That way, someone can buy a t-shirt and I’ll just donate the proceeds. I am SO SMART!
But other than “My friend Mir walked 60 miles and all I got was this lousy t-shirt” I’m a bit stumped for a design. I’m open to suggestions. Would you be more likely to buy one of the existing Woulda Coulda Shoulda items, knowing the profit was going to charity? Would you want something that specifically addresses the walk? Should I come up with something else altogether?
And no, there will be no “Boobpusapalooza” shirt, as tempting as it is….