If you're visiting from ICLW, read this one. It's an online slumber party gone mental.
I have been blogging a month today. No idea what the hell I was doing with my life beforehand.
Everyone watch the opening ceremonies?
I was reading some 'best moments in olympic history' article yesterday and somehow ended up on You Tube watching Kerri Strug do her amazing vault.
Remember that little bit of awesomeness? Gymnastics seems to be the only thing I can kind of get into some years, and I was totally into it in 1996. Long story short - but do watch the video and sob - that girl done fucked up her ankle on her first vault, went ahead and did the second one anyway, nailed it, and USA won the gold.
That funny little girl with her lesbian hair cut is enough to make my grinchy heart grow three times in size 16 years later.
I will be the Kerri Strug of infertility, damnit. Sure there isn't the baited breath of millions watching me (unless we put all the people who have seen my vajajay in the last few months in one room). And sure there's not going to be some mysteriously European man carrying me around for my victory lap should I succeed (unless it's my German husband). And sure I have tried and failed miserably, but I'm going to get back on that horse, broken uterus and all, and Cesar Millan that pony's ass into submission.
Or my name isn't Stupid.
And now for a bit of random silly.
I swear I will get off my Billy Eichner kick, eventually. But the man makes me pee. Pee, I tell you!
Honestly, if sex wouldn't horrify both him and me, he would be at the tippity top of my do-him list. Well, under Bill Murray.
So you there in a dark ovarian moment - watch thisssssss.
You have so little time to send me a secret!