My navel is FASCINATING. Excuse me while I stare at it some more.
[That’s a total lie. My navel is horrifying. I used to have a belly ring, you know, back when I was convinced I’d never be able to get pregnant so I might as well ENJOY THAT FLAT BELLY and show it off, and I reasoned that a belly ring was less permanent than a tattoo. I was right, but I was short-sighted—I have a big scar where the ring used to be, because I waited until I was a hundred months and fifty pounds pregnant to remove it. Whoops.]
Anyway, to get the full breadth of my navel-gazing, feel free to head over to Five Full Plates, where today I am realizing that my own damn self is out of my comfort zone, and I’m pretty sure the metaphysics of that little gem caused a rift in the space-time continuum. Sorry ’bout that.
And then, if you’re tired of me (which, really, who could blame you?), perhaps you’d like to read my interview with Ruth Wells Fischer on BlogHer, the last in our series of posts for Autism Awareness Month. Ruth is a smart and lovely lady who has kindly held my hand from afar through a lot of this Asperger’s stuff, and I’m thrilled to share her wisdom with the community at large.
Interesting side note, to interpret as you will: BlogHer is currently running a little Meet These Autism Bloggers spot, and when I saw my picture in that post I had a moment of utter confusion. Because I’m not an autism blogg— oh. I guess I am. Writer, know thyself (dumbass).
For some reason (because I *know* you so well, probably) I was surprised to learn about the belly ring. But it’s a bit hypocritical of me, since I, too, used to have a belly ring. I got mine right as I graduated from law school and right before I started having to wear panty hose and conservative suits every day. Which, I am sure I need not add, do not jive with a new belly ring. I gave up. Apparently I’m just not that rock and roll after all. (However, I don’t dress nearly as conservatively these days and I’ve given up panty hose as an utterly ridiculous contrivance of The Man used to keep us women down, so maybe I should give it another go. I’m just not sure if that would be edgy or, at this point in my life, a desparate ploy to recapture my misspent youth.)
And when you get around to it, we want to know about Chickie’s diagnosis. Like, now.
Belly ring? I’m SHOCKED! ; )
Mir-belly ring- does. not. compute. Next you’ll tell us you have tattoos!
I’ve always wanted a belly ring, but my stomach has never been flat. Sigh.
Like the others I have a hard time picturing you with a belly ring and wondering if we should expect some “Mir Gone Wild!” stories ;)
Ruth is a dear friend IRL as well as a blog buddy. YAY FOR RUTH!
I went with my daughter while she got her navel pierced. And that was me done with that notion. Ick. *faints*
Also, the rift was you? I might not have cursed at it that much had I known… :)
A belly ring?? Really???? YOU?????
Well, they are shiney. :-)
I can totally relate! What were we thinking? The really bad part is that we’re left with a really unattractive hole that will never close!