Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Taking a three second break from a v. busy work day to say – at my seven millionth postpartum appointment today, I weighed in at 157.5 pounds*, my friends (looking back at my mid-June entry, this means I’ve dropped 5 pounds in 4 weeks.)  If that doesn’t deserve a chocolate chip cookie reward**, I don’t know…

I am having a not too fabulous day today, for no particular reason.  Well, actually, for about a million particular reasons that, taken singly, are completely surmountable obstacles, but when you get them all in one day, you begin to feel that from enough pinpricks you could bleed to death.  Example – at the gym…

For the first time I got "in trouble" for breastfeeding in public.  I was down a side hall in a low traffic area of the convention center in Nashville, my mother sat on the side of me facing the minimal traffic going by, and I wore a nursing cover.  A convention center employee came up…

In briefly perusing my statistics for who’s been checking me out, I discovered that someone landed here after google searching "deadbeat husbands who do no work."   My deadbeat husband is probably at this very minute wiping the sweat from his brow while re-building our front porch deck.  Whilst I blissfully troll through blogland at…

So.  Any time somebody talks to you about their own life, and you have a parallel experience, you gotta listen to their story and react to it and care about it, rather than just waiting for your chance to tell your story.  Like everybody else, sometimes I’m better at this than other times.  For example…