tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post9000808476239287294..comments2023-10-18T04:14:42.928-04:00Comments on A Uterus Divided: Rounding out the year, appearing as a lazy sac-o-shitadminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496649217972403072noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post-20114796119222557932007-12-29T00:29:00.000-05:002007-12-29T00:29:00.000-05:00Thanks for the shout out. I know how much you drea...Thanks for the shout out. I know how much you dread these kinds of social events. If only those around you had any inkling of the drama and surreal nature of your behind-the-scenes activities. It might even make them stop talking about themselves for a minute...hang in there!Pamela T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11474998003921896431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post-77995701846706771202007-12-26T16:24:00.000-05:002007-12-26T16:24:00.000-05:00This post made me laugh... and shake my head in sy...This post made me laugh... and shake my head in sympathy. At first I felt bad because I have no grand advice... but then I realized I'm off the hook since this post is a few days old.<BR/><BR/>I recently went to my 10 year reunion. I was not very cool in high school. I was *really* into the counter culture at an early age and the popular kids could have dubbed themselves "Overachievers-R-Us" if they'd wanted to. As you can clearly imagine, I was very uncool. Now 10 years has gone by and I just walked in like I owned the place, started drinking immediately and had a great time. Fantastic actually. Only bad thing is that, in retrospect, my imbibing might have just reinforced their previous perceptions of me. But I didn't have to fess up to working for my dad or being infertile. You win some, you loose some, I guess. ;-)Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07923049494756911105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post-34543822285514040672007-12-25T23:31:00.000-05:002007-12-25T23:31:00.000-05:00I'm glad you are off the hook- I lucked out of the...I'm glad you are off the hook- I lucked out of the "when are you guys having kids" comments at christmas this year. <BR/>I did have the same urge to scream at the top of my lungs about what this last year has meant for me- about the fear of never being able to get pregnant and how hard it is to hear them talk about "when you guys have kids". But I know they mean it with love & hope in their hearts. Since we haven't shared that we are even trying yet (thank goodness!) it would be unfair to unload on them that way. But I am tempted. And if I didn't already love them & have tied my life to them- I may have acted on my temptations!<BR/>I hope that your holidays were (& are) happy & that 2008 is the start of a great new year!jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17579483658489666087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post-4718022298986548832007-12-22T18:48:00.000-05:002007-12-22T18:48:00.000-05:00Your comment and timing is uncanny. I actually am...Your comment and timing is uncanny. I actually am starting a migraine - likely induces by the near bottle of wine I drank last night and the number of buckeyes I have eaten today.<BR/>So I will send my husband off solo to deal with all the people who made me feel terrible about myself in my 20's.. and apparently, now in my 30's.<BR/>Regardless. I am OFF THE HOOK!adminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05496649217972403072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943339383777904038.post-63326818834889616222007-12-22T18:30:00.000-05:002007-12-22T18:30:00.000-05:00No chance of having a really bad migraine that day...No chance of having a really bad migraine that day? Or, um, stomach flu? Or, perhaps, a case of the I'm Going To Freakin' Kill Someone If I Go To Your Stupid Party-itis?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com