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Blogging Block
Posted under Being RSG, Blogging, Friends by Recovering Straight GirlI don’t have that because even if I did I wouldn’t say it or write it out loud because then it could possibly self-actualize. I’ve just been busy. Yes. Busy. Very Busy. Busy doing what? I will tell you.
Last Thursday I had some excruciatingly painful gynecological procedures done by my friend’s sister (who happens to be a Gynecologist.) The procedures involved an Endometrial Biopsy which appears (to my wife who was watching anyway) to resemble Liposuction of the Uterus.
I don’t recommend it, not even for the Vicodin you get.
And since she was already through my cervix and IN my uterus, she went ahead and put in that Mirena IUD, which will hopefully–no, will–eliminate my visits from Aunt Flo for the rest of my childbearing life.
On Friday– Kevin, The Guy Who Gets Bird’s Nests Out of Microwave Exhaust Vents came over to do just that job. By Friday evening–the bird moved right back in. HG cleaned out the nest again (because now I knew how to do it after watching Kevin) and by Sunday, that bird was back again. So we went to the Homo Depot and bought a huge roll of wire to clog up the bird’s entrance to my house. It only came in one size–a huge roll–so if anyone needs some wire, let me know, as I have enough for the entire free world’s microwave exhaust holes.
Saturday HG wanted to go to The Hotel Oregon in McMinnville. They have a rooftop bar and since it was 117 degrees on Saturday, HG thought it would be a fun time to sit on a roof–in the sun. Since I don’t burn and don’t need sunscreen, I agreed. Unbeknownst to us, The Hotel Oregon and the town of McMinnville is host to the annual UFO Festival which happened to be held–this past weekend. Imagine our surprise when we were greeted by strange looking, strangely dressed UFO enthusiasts whilst we attempted to sip micro-brews and eat Cajun Tater Tots.
And I was without my camera.
Next year, I will be wearing a hat made of tin foil with my BIG FOOT LIVES t-shirt. Go ahead and click here to get on their mailing list. Come on, you know you want to.
On Sunday HG and I went to the Multnomah County Library to see our good, good friend LeLo in NoPo give a talk about blogging. As per her usual–she was amazing and dynamic and articulate and interesting and of course lovely. The fact that it was a beautiful, rare and sunny May day AND that she was competing with Barack Obama–she had a good turn out. Afterward we went to LeLo and AdRi’s house for a wonderful BBQ and slushies! AdRi is a fantastic grill-er and LeLo makes a mean slushie-it was the perfect end to a wonderful weekend.
This week?
I have mad deadlines for school, for work, and for home. Preparing for a Big Lesbian Camping Trip this weekend, almost the end of my school term, and all that other stuff with kids and what not.
See, I don’t have Blogging Block–I’ve just been busy.
I could use some of that chicken wire. Maria is at her wit’s end because our bird squatters keep coming back too.
That’s funny about the UFO fest.
I saw the ad for that LeLo talk in Just Out, as well as her commentary on gardening. She seems like a cool lady.
Oh my god. Do you see what I see? The connection between your new IUD and the wire you’re putting in the microwave vent? You now need to refer to it as the IUD in your microwave vent, to prevent bird nesting and breeding. Weird!
P.S. Thank you for coming to my library talk. It was awesome to look out into that huge sea of faces (despite the glaring spotlight on the stage) and see your smiling faces.
You were busy. And you have that bitch of a blog editor breathing down your neck…wait that’s me. Can we be IUD sisters? And like come up with a handshake that involves holding our arms akimbo to symbolize IUDs, which totally rock? Great.
Hey RSG - emails to you are bouncing back to me.
I saw your twitter reply and wanted to tell you that Adult Spelling Bee happens EVERY MONDAY NIGHT! (now *that’s* something to yell about!) at Mississippi Pizza. And it’s not “adult” words like obscene words (too bad! I would win every time!). But nonetheless is totally a blast for those of us with word-nerd-pride.
best wishes for the rest of your term,
Moss
No camera at the UFO festival? Of all times!
Sorry about the gyn problems. Hope you get/got good results from the biopsy.
Why were you in any way conscious for a procedure like that? (I’m not talking about the UFO fest either.)
‘Microwave exhaust holes’ made me giggle.
Did anyone ever tell you what an entertaining writer you are? (Silly question, but I couldn’t resist)
I had birds in my wood burning stove. When the chimney sweep was there, I asked him to remove them. He charged me 20 bucks a bird. Seriously? Had I known that I would have grabbed the damn birds myself. It’s not like I don’t handle dead things all the time. Good grief. Now I have mesh, and no dead birds….
You make me laugh.
I love your blog!
I’ve been through that same biopsy and will never have it again. I also have a Mirena and I adore it. It did take a whole 6 months, but it finally shut down my period to just a little random spotting and I couldn’t be happier, and I have more space in the cupboard under the sink without the monthly supplies. I think Mirena is a great way to set out the welcome mat for menopause, though it may take me two of them.
man, im jealous!
i wish i had a manly friend who could come over once in a while to get the bird nests out of my gutters and stuff
great site, btw!
Well my mom is a chicken wire artist, she can make anything you could ever imagine out of chicken wire so if that is the kind of wire that you have my mom can make you something beautiful out of it.
You didnt remember reading about the UFO thing in that book I told you to read and you read it in about 20 mins. That is the problem with skimming you miss stuff.
Hi RSG,
Nice to meet you at the BRO party planning!
Since you wrote about your uterine issues, I had to commiserate. I recently had aforementioned IUD installed (yup, like computer hardware) and the pain was nothing I want to revisit ever again. Between the needles in the cervix, the stretching of said space with long, intimidating sticks, and lots of tears and sweating, I don’t know when I’ll allow anything in there again. Who knew I could sweat so much on a cold day? After it was all over, I made the hunched over march to the car - D was too cool for the PPCW waiting room - walking past the ladies praying on their rosary beads. To D’s credit, he didn’t know what assault was going to happen to my vagina or he would have stayed.
UGH. Thank you Lord above for vicodin. I wouldn’t have made it afterwards without that and a lovely xanax.
Have a good one!
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