Queen of Rambles

The next time I get a call from my sister I think I’m just going to stick my head in the sand like an ostrich. Erik likes sand. He likes chocolate. Ergo, sand must be as good as chocolate.

I love it when a plan comes together.

There’s more drama from the drama queen herself. Guess who went and got herself knocked up? Not me.

Why oh why oh why did she have her IUD removed? What does she think she has to offer these innocent souls?

She, of course, takes no responsibility for her actions and says it is my mom’s fault because mom asked her if she was pregnant. I think that was probably a joke, but my mom blew a gasket and told her she didn’t have a dick, so she sure as hell didn’t get her pregnant. If only I could be a fly on the wall for that nice little convo.

I just don’t even know what to think, other than the obvious oh-my-god-head-smacking. I’m just so done with her. So very done. Maybe I can custom make some chocolate sand that’s good for head burying?

In other less exciting news, I seem to be coming down with a cold. I just can’t catch a break, these days! Here’s hoping the Airborne will keep it short.

In big mommy-blogger type news, I’m officially weaning Erik. My goal was to nurse for two years as per WHO recommendations and I met that goal very easily. We only had one case of thrush and that didn’t even affect me. There were no other infections or oddities, so I’d say we had a very successful run.

The weaning? Not going so well. I’ve been staying strong and he has been unable to get past my underwire defenses, but not for lack of trying. He is royally pissed about this new development and I can’t say I blame him. Right now my plan is to only nurse him right after he wakes up from his nap and in middle of the night. That’s it. He’s been nursing more and more and more instead of less and less and less, so that’s a lot of nursing sessions we are cutting out. I tried to make the whole thing less appealing by the judicious use of vitamin E oil. It’s supposed to be very bitter, but it didn’t even faze him.

I think I’m going to call the dermatologist tomorrow. I have four concerns: 1) my hand rash is getting worse every day 2) my acne is out of control 3) I really want one of these ugly face moles removed 4) one of my pilar cysts on my head is getting huge and probably should be removed.

I am so sick of the acne! I know that it is totally hormonal since I didn’t have a single zit through my whole pregnancy, so I’m hoping that maybe some marital activity will send it packing. I remember in college we always used to say that you could tell when someone started having sex because their faces cleared up. We only had a couple of test cases to judge by (and it was all speculation, of course. I went to a Christian college), but it seemed to be true. I’ve been out of town and sick so today was the first day in weeks that we could close our eyes and think of England.

And now that I’ve totally grossed you out with way too much information, I think I better call it a night. I need some beauty sleep to get rid of all these pimples.

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