Yesterday was the day that the end of the rainbow
produced a golden, steaming, softly stinking pile
of crap in my life.
Dear Reader.
I know I'm not in Haiti (either post or pre-quake)
I know I am one priviledged, lucky ass person.
But. Also.
Crap was in the House.
Stay with me if you can stand me. Normally
I do not write of these things, but the frankness
of others in this here, the blogging world, has led
me to uncork the bottle.
5 hours later:
Well.
I went for a walk along the local canal and discovered,
in fact, that the world is not full of poopy rainbows!!!
And that I love life!!!
And that trees and leaves love me!!!!
And that sunlight wants to make sweet love with me!!!!!!
And that This American Life is a great side dish
to a great walk of joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
12 HOURS OF SLEEP A NIGHT IS THE ANSWER
TO MY FIRST TRIMESTER PRAYERS!!!!!!!
Ok. Tomorrow. I am going to write the story
of my first miscarriage and my suicidal cat.
And how they are linked.
But for now I am going to take my lucky
ass self and apply for an NEA Grant for 25,000 Duckets!!!!
Because, F*ck it, for once I deserve the D*ckets!!!!!!
Can I get a What What!!!!!!
(and, of course, whichever comment you find easy flowing).
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5 comments:
Mama said there'd be days like this
There'd be days like this, my mama said!
Getting over that first trimester hurdle is a great feeling. :-) Again, if you have any questions or concerns, email me at eviltwinswife@gmail.com. I have a mini degree in neonatal information!
Pliers-ito: that is exactly true. And it is for these moments that lyrics must be invoked.
ETW: Unfortunately I have 2 weeks to go before the end of the 1st trimester...and the first miscarriage was at the begiining of the 13th week. so who knows. who knows. who knows. Sigh.
I love your blog. I really do.
Your brutal honesty makes me smile.
Rosee:
Thank you Lady Rosee!
Woof!!!
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