Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I am not dead

At the beginning of June, we went on vacation, which was nice - camped a few days in the BEAUTIFUL (but mosquito-infested) Big Basin Redwood campground, which was delightful. I'll post about it later when I am at the computer with the pictures on it. There are only a few pix and they're not so great, because the shade of the big trees and the iffy weather combined to make it dark-dark-dark! Still, you have to see.

When we got back, I went to get a 2nd opinion on my RE's advice because it didn't seem to make sense to spend $1000/month for a max 25% chance of getting pregnant (not far off our own odds at home) without doing anything to better the chances of a pregnancy's survival. So, good news! The 2nd opinion was, "WHAT? Why would you want to do that? You have no problem getting pregnant." And "Are you on progesterone? Why not?" Since I have asked about progesterone and my sorta-short luteal phase about 12 times and been ignored by my RE (yes, the one who calls me milady... I think patronizing and patronizing go hand in hand), I jumped at this. After verifying that there is no reason it ought to kill me with my normal ob/gyn, I accepted a prescription.

Rest assured there are no two words that can turn any adult male into a 12-year-old male quicker than "v*ginal capsules." Not only was my darling partner a whooping adolescent full of hysterical hilarity for 2 days, it repeats itself every time he thinks about it, sees the pill bottle, or -- horrors -- observes that it is time for my medicine. Oh well. I'm not sending him after my prescriptions any more.

I have all the typical progesterone symptoms: happy/sad moodiness, sleepiness, headache. I have been sleepin' a lot.

All kinds of work drama, but I don't want to think about it so I don't want to write about it either. There is hope on the horizon. Two offices are merging, and one of them is my mom's. The other party in this merger needs an assistant and wants me to be it. I may make a transition soon. It's nice, because I can say "mom needs me" instead of "I hate the drama" when I go. Yay.

Also, Pat has an interview for a tenure-track position at a community college in a ritzy part of the state. He goes to the first interview on the 6th. Please keep your fingers crossed -- it starts at well above twice my salary, and his experience may elevate that starter level. If it works out, we can afford for me not to work if we get lucky and have a critter.

Still love you guys, and I am still alive. Like GLaDOS.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Friday, June 12, 2009


I love me a good mash-up. Robert showed us this the other night, and we looked up other works by DJ Earworm... fun stuff, you should go check some of it out. His 2007 mash-up is delightful, too. Don't miss "Promiscuous Lola" or "No More Gas" -- it's really fun stuff.

However... I have the ingredients of the most evil (easy) mash-up ever. That's right, it's Steely Dan's "Bodhisattva" and Sid & Marty Krofft's "Dr. Shrinker."

You're welcome.