Hey kids,
You know the old saw about the guy who's talking to Jesus about their double set of footprints in the sand, and he whines, "Hey Jesus! There's only one set of footprints during that whole rough patch a while ago. Whattup? Why did you abandon me?" And Jesus retorts, "Dude! I was totally there the whole time. I was CARRYING you. Gettit? Pssshhhh..."
That's how I feel about you guys and this whole blog debacle. Someday you are going to look back and notice that there's no blogging going on during a kind of rough patch. Just know that you were well taken care of and you were getting three squares a day, but Momma didn't feel like writing. Didn't have time for it, and wouldn't have known what to say if she did.
But I'm back. At least until week after next, when I go under the knife to have a major organ removed from my NECK. Kinda like famous director Anthony Minghella (The English Patient, The Talented Mr. Ripley, etc...), who recently DIED subsequent to his recent neck operation. But who's worried. Not me!
If thyroid surgery doesn't kill me, work will -- but what's new. Long story short: lots and lots and lots and lots of work, but still just *one* me.
The post-40 Momma is kind of a pissy blogger, no? I think the constant threat of my imminent demise has made me belligerent.
Tomorrow will be better. I will think of something nice to say, or will say nothing at all. Love you both!
1 comment:
Lots (LOTS!) of things are different post-40, I've noticed. It kind of sucks a little bit. Kind of makes me wish I'd done the have-kids-young thing, but then, you remember me at 20--what self-respecting guy with an actual penis would have gotten near me THEN? BTW, you're going to be fine. Look at the organ-removal as a nice little vacation where you get taken care of daily! Hugs and stuff!
Stef
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