Really, how are you? I've been quiet. I haven't been able to read my whole blogroll in a while. So, if something megabig happened in your life, I might not know ( Read more... )

I haven't really been posting. Things have been rather ugly. I am ok.

Here is a list in no specific order of what has kept me from posting:

1. Elsie is cutting molars (at least 2), but she is still adorable.


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My meeting went well. My committee was awesome. The only issues they had were actually ones I had brought up with my advisor, who thought they weren't a big deal. HA HA HA, thank all relevant deities that I have folks on my committee who know more about this stuff than I do, and than my advisor. This is because my dissertation really straddles the ( Read more... )

I will be defending my dissertation proposal ( Read more... )

Fuck all you people out there who voted for Obama, but who voted against me and my family. Fuck you all. Anti-gay marriage amendments passed in Florida and Arizona, Prop 8 in California is too close to call but it is not looking good. An amendment banning gays and lesbians from adopting passed in Arkansas. (Also, slightly off topic, the citizens of ( Read more... )

The title of this post says it all. It is not possible for me to get everything done must be done. Not unless my baby starts magically taking two long naps per day ( Read more... )

Seven years is a long time to do anything. As of today, I have been loving Ezra for seven years. She and I have been through so much in that time it is impossible to quantify, I guess that is how these things go, how they are supposed to be. I have been thinking all week that I would write the story of how we met, but I checked and I already did so ( Read more... )

To add to my current run of anxiety and general distress, I am having milk supply problems. Who STARTS having supply problem when their baby is 8 months old? Me, that's who ( Read more... )

I totally drugged myself at 9:30pm, doctors orders. It is 11:30pm ( Read more... )

This PPD thing is really getting old. I am feeling pretty out of control sometimes lately and it 1. scares the hell out of me, and 2. stops me from dealing with important things in my world ( Read more... )