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our struggles with infertility

June 11, 2004

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO??........

Is there a blogger's convention or something that I don't know about? All of my favorite bloggers haven't posted since Tuesday, and it is a very strange coincidence, I think.

I enjoy reading other people's blogs - especially the ones about infertility issues; if nothing else, it is sometimes nice to know that I am not the only person in the world going through all of this, and feeling this way.

But where is everyone? I feel like the all my blog friends took a vacation and forgot to tell me. I am the MacCauley Culkin of blogworld.

For now....I blog alone.

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June 10, 2004

ONE REASON IT'S GOOD TO BE FAT

Being fat can have its merits. For example, I am not even remotely possessed with the desire to put on a miniskirt.

This is a good thing because doing so would display to the world an array of track marks up and down my left thigh.

................*sigh*

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June 09, 2004

ONE WITHOUT NATURE

I was recently discussing with my friend Sandra the beauty of Las Vegas, and since she has never been and basically has no desire to ever go, my point of view was "don't knock it 'til you try it." Her point of view was, basically, that she is a big nature-person, which is true, and therefore Vegas sort of goes against all that I guess.

Anyways, I just had a moment on my roundabout way home from work that made me realize just how much I am NOT a nature person, and I probably never will be.

First of all, I am a city-kid through and through. I was born in Chelsea, MA and lived for the first couple of years of my life in Allston, MA. Allston is a section of Boston that is very, VERY, city. (I still visit Allston occasionally for the bar scene and excellent restaurants).

When I was little and we had moved to the suburbs, whenever we'd take a day trip into Boston the tall buildings would absolutely hypnotize me. I always said "when I grow up, I am going to live in Boston. I want to live in the city." New York City has become a frequent weekend getaway of mine, and even though I have never lived there a day in my life, every time I arrive in Manhattan I have this overwhelming sense that "I'm home." When the twin towers of the World Trade Center were attacked, I felt that the loss of those buildings was as almost as devastating as the thousands of lost lives inside them.

Anyways, I digress ever so slightly, but I am most definitely a city-slicker. Let's pair that with the fact that I am HYPER-allergic to all animals. Well, maybe the term ALL is an exaggeration - I am allergic to all animals that have fur or feathers. Which really only leaves snakes, reptiles and fish, all of which are gross. (first clue that I am NOT a nature person). I bring up the allergies because animals freak me out, and I always thought that I was strange because of that, that it made me weird. But now I am thinking maybe animals freak me out because I have NO IDEA what to do with one, based on the fact that I have never interacted with an animal in my entire life!

Okay, okay, getting WAY back to my story, I was driving down route 27 in Sharon after work, going a healthy 45 mph, and a deer started to cross the road in front of me. I absolutely FREAKED out. If I were a nature person, I would have found the sight "breathtaking," or I would have been scared for the poor lost little thing - he was definitely a baby.

But no...I FREAKED out because I had the top down on my car. In the half a second where he darted out towards my car, all I could think was "he's going to hit me, and he's going to land on my unprotected head and crush me and KILL me. Why did I have to put the top down?" I don't have A/C in my car, so when it is 97 degrees out like it was today, top down is really the only option. These thoughts all raced through my head in a half a millisecond, but just as quickly the little bambi changed his mind and cleverly darted back into the woods. Probably half as scared as I was!

I am not a nature person, for certain. I can appreciate it and all of its majestic beauty....but only from afar.

(the exclamation point to prove this whole point is that the only reason I was on this road to begin with is because I am moving in less than six months, and I was trying to find a Starbucks between my new house and my office, so that I won't be without my morning fix. Yet I don't really need to worry about this until December. Hmm.....maybe not being a nature person isn't the biggest of my issues!!!)

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June 07, 2004

WEST NILE? MEET GONAL-F

I have a nasty mosquito bite on my upper arm - there is a huge welt there to prove it, and quite an itch, too.

But actually, in this case, I have to sympathize with the mosquito who bit me. I mean, he is just NOT going to understand why he is so bitchy this month.

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June 06, 2004

WOKE UP THIS MORNIN', GOT YOURSELF A GUN

There is not a more brilliantly written show on television today - dare I say, EVER - than "The Sopranos." When the season five finale started tonight I turned to Anthony and said "there's just no way that this year's finale will be better than last year's. Last season had the best ending EVER."

Well, I don't know if this season topped last year, but it was AS GOOD. The writers on this show are truly inspired. They can take a detail, something seemingly so irrelevant, from three seasons ago (which, in HBO land is almost five years ago!) and make it central to the climax of a season finale THIS season. They never cease to amaze me, and just when I think I can predict where the story line is going, time and time again they shock me.

And once again, I sit here after a Sopranos' season finale, wondering HOW I am going to be able to wait nearly two years for the next season to begin.

Let's pray that Jimmy Gandolfini can avoid his ritualistic contract disputes with HBO so that Season Six will actually happen. Because if I don't find out what ever happens to Johhny Sack in the slammer, or what poor Christopher's fate will be up at the farm, I just don't know what I will do.

All I can say is "Bravo, HBO". Well done, once again. I smell MANY MANY Emmy's. Once again.

Sunday nights officially go back to sucking.....NOW.

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