Thank You and Goodnight

As some of you know I've been having a fibro flare from hell combined with (caused by?) a partial hysterectomy, where I've had both ovaries removed and yet continue to have a non-stop period since the surgery about five weeks ago (that's a lie, I did stop for five days once; it was pretty exciting) and am about to start my third hormone combo in an effort to get it to stop.

Anyway, the point of all that TMI is that I have spent the better part of two weeks in bed. Not in bed, making a bracelet; not in bed, watching TV or getting my friends' stuff sold on Etsy. Just In Bed Waiting. for the pain and blood to stop. The combo of those two can make you quite peaked. I've been on the tablet looking for things to try to get better, and planning for when it happens, but with fibro you never know... this may be as good as it gets.

So I bucked myself up this morning--you can't do nothing forever, you'll atrophy or something--and made some soap. Nice, easy recipe, nothing fancy (although it will be fabulous and as soon as it cures and I can manage to take a picture, you should buy it immediately) and now I want to die. I don't know that the two hours upright was worth it. I should have taken a clue when I had to rest for an hour after emptying the dishwasher. So I've popped two pain pills for the "breakthrough" pain from the butrans and fentanyl (I'm in the midst of moving to the butrans alone) and given in for the day. If you need me, I'll be on Pinterest checking out aromatherapy, homemade toothpaste, or some crap.

Too Much Boob

So you may have noticed that there are some Extremely low cut shirts out this summer. It's not that they're cut for a lot of cleavage. If anything, the opposite. There's a lot of fabric and it drapes well. But at the end of the day, the low point is just north of your navel.

Of course, online and in catalogs, these beach-dreaming wisps of comfort are all modeled by young ladies with very little in the boobage department (and can I just say yea! for every little difference embraced by the marketing Nazis), and so no bra need show, as no bra is required. (Same as some of the cut out backs I've seen.)

My very own navel-gazer arrived last week, but I haven't left the house since. (Surgery recovery is taking longer than I expected.) My only goal today was pick Abby up from school. Seemed a perfect time to try the new shirt.

Nude colored bra, with a low v in the front. I was good to go. Until the wind...

Suddenly the extra fabric was a kite. A kite flying into my armpit in the preschool parking lot.

I was thanking the god of underwires that I had the bra, because the whole left side of my shirt was MIA. I got myself fixed up, but not before five or six other parents got a nice peek at the slutty mom show.

Oh well, lesson learned. And Donny, are you okay staying home with Abby on Thursday? I've got a date.

There Goes the WiFi

So immediately after promising posts galore, our router fried. New one is on its way. Until then, a quick update from the tablet. A couple of weeks ago DFR and I finally made it to the piano burn. This is where our friends in Big Galoot go out in to the desert, play music and then burn pianos. These are pianos that are past repair, so calm down.

There was a lot of "this is nothing compared to last year's 21 pianos." Then again, it didn't involve the cops and fire department either. So all in all, six pianos and a load of REALLY dry Christmas trees made for a good time.

Pictures to follow. I'm not downloading a bunch on my phone plan.

Fresh Start

So, it's been a while, huh?  I've been thinking about this blog. Pondering, if you will.  What do I do? Do I pretend it never existed?  Since being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, I haven't spent a lot of time hiking.  I do try to make it to the gym, but that's not all that fun to blog about.  

Instead, I'm changing course.  Yes, I started this blog in library school and what I learned there was useful, but I work in contracts now, and I don't see that changing. 

From now forward, you'll be hearing about what I think is important in contract drafting.  This will bore many of you to tears, feel free to skip those.  I will tell you about the awesome stuff we do in Tucson, including more video of my incredibly talented husband.  I will tell you about the awesome stuff we do other places too.

I might talk about tattoos, definitely about music, products I dislike, like or love (I'm looking at you poo-pourri! LOVE). 

I'm going to try not to talk about my kid (yes, she is the best in the world, but everyone thinks that, and honestly, I don't give a shit about your kid, so I don't expect you to give a shit about mine), or about illness (I save those little personal updates for FB only. And as for cancer, I'm pretty fucking sick of you stalking my family).

So that's where we stand.  I'm going to throw it all against the wall for awhile and see what sticks.  Let me know what you like or don't like, or love.