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  • Talking about my period.

    AKA Too much information, so uh, walk away now if you’re one of my male readers.

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    Today is day #5 of my period and I’ve bled through 3 pairs of underwear already today. Despite using tampons sized the equivalent of a small nation.

    Last night I bled through another 3 pairs of underwear and 2 pairs of pajama bottoms. I was still awake every hour to go to the toilet. Yesterday I bled through a tampon, a full sized maternity pad AND 3 panty liners I’d put on underneath the maternity pad just in case. That was within an hour.

    I’d just like to say a giant fuck you to my uterus. Not only is it trying to take over my body with the stabby pain, but it wants to leave it’s mark on everything. At this point I’m scared to cough, just in case I drown.

    I’m thinking I need to rename it the Pit of Despair.

    Apparently, when you’ve not had a period for oh… 9 months or something, when it happens, it’s like the flood gates open and away goes everything you thought you knew about your body. Hell, this bleeding is heavier than the bleeding I had after pushing a decently sized baby out of my vagina. Only without the ‘grazing’ (I refuse to acknowledge that it’s grazing. Cheese gratering was what it felt like).

    We won’t even talk about what happens when I feed Isaac and my uterus uses it as an excuse to clamp down and leave me curled up in a tiny little puddle of pain.

    Stupid uterus.

    We’re also not talking about my EDS while I’m bleeding. Needless to say I feel sort of like a rag doll. A shaken rag doll.

    On the upside, I now have an excuse to buy new underwear. I’ve thrown out nearly a dozen pairs so far.

    Heh.

  • NaBlo

    I signed up to do NaBloMyFuckingGoat again.

    Someone shoot me now.

    Day #3 and I’m already asking god why I thought I’d be able to blog every day.

    ANYWAY.

    If you’re interested in coming along for the ride (3 days in) you can find my profile here. We can amuse each other backwards and forwards.

    Or something.

    Welcome to the month of quantity over quality.

  • I caved and created the damn lists.

    So after SOMEONE harped at me (and harped and harped and harped and omg harped) I caved and created some bloody lists on twitter.

    Of course, they’re not sensible lists. You can check them out here.

    I say we all create unsensible lists. Let’s have a unsensible silly list movement.

    Because really, how silly is the idea of lists? Let’s just make people feel EXCLUDED by not being on my soooper seekrit speshul list.

    Heh.

    Actually, thinking of that, do you think I need a soooper seekrit speshul list?

    And, who is sticking their hand up to help me bury bodies?

  • Twitter Lists for an Ideal World

    If you use Twitter, you will have noticed a ‘List’ function appear in the last few days. Twitter practically screamed about it at me. LISTS! LISTS! OMG SET UP YOUR LISTS!

    But really, I want to talk about Twitter lists for an ideal world.

    In an ideal world, where no one would get offended due to being included (or not) on my lists, here would be mine.

    People who actually amuse me.

    People who think they’re amusing but they aren’t. We’ve all been there.

    People who I like a lot, but whose twitter stream drives me fucking mad..

    People who say stupid things.

    Shit. So that you know that you’ve made my shit list (credit for this one goes to JellyWrestler)

    Famous people I follow because I’m a crowd following asshat.

    Big name bloggers who don’t follow anyone back.

    Jackasses who do nothing but retweet shit links.

    People who clutter up my timeline but occasionally throw out a good link so I feel obligated to keep following.

    People who I suspect also find their children annoying sometimes.

    People who read my blog and enjoy it.

    People who will get butthurt if they aren’t on one of my lists.

    Businesses who set up twitter just to constantly tweet about their 25% off sale. But only if you’re in their country.

    Politicians who thought that twitter might be a good idea, but they don’t follow anyone back, leaving them looking like elitist bastards. Still.

    People who won’t jump to conclusions if I say something about stabbing myself in the eye.

    People I actually like and think we should just skip twitter and get drunk together.

    And finally, last but not least:

    People who would help me bury a body, should the need arise.

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    What would your lists say in an ideal world where no one would get offended? Or like me, in a tongue in cheek world. I’ve not got any plans to set up lists in the near future, so don’t stress about it.

  • Arena!

    Friday, Nathan and I spent most of the day moving tyres from one spot on our property to another.

    And this is our end result:

    Arena

    An arena for the horses!

    It’s not quite finished yet, it needs another layer of tyres (arriving next week) and some hot tape around the outside, but I’ve got an area I can work the horses seperately in.

    Emma and I have been working on ground manners lately and she’s getting better. She’s not as pushy anymore and accepts that I won’t let her rub her head on me, not now, not ever and that if she requests, I will rub the itchy spot on her forehead with my hands.

    And I mean, sure, after all that work I’m having a hard time walking today and Nathan has had to relocate one of my ribs at least every hour, but it feels good to have it done.

    It feels really good.