Though I love compliments just as much as the next person (particularly since I walk around this world with my uterus hurling insults at me on a daily basis) I am one of those people that becomes flabbergasted and blushy. In real life (and my friends will attest to this) when given a compliment, I don't say anything but instead do a little head-to-toe emphasis-on-the-bosom shimmy.
I've received a few kickass compliments via this wonderful online world the last week. One, I did a guest post over here at Amanda's and people left lovely comments. Two, Ms. Melissa over at Stirrup-Queens mentioned my blog today in her bloggy round up. (If you are new to being a she-who-blogs-of-ovaries, this is a must have on your blog reader). I also hit 70 followers this week which is mind-boggling.
This makes me blush and for a few shining moments in an otherwise shitty situation feel pretty fucking great. Particularly considering after my first few posts I thought about just becoming a reader because I didn't feel like I have anything particularly helpful to contribute (Bubba talked me out of it saying 'people need goofy'.)
These compliments make me want to kiss you squarely on the mouth, slip you a little tongue and question your sanity.
So I just wanted to say (and read it 3 times - Stork's affection usually comes in the form of a gentle nipple pinch and a light slap) I am so fucking grateful for all of you and our little corner of the web.
Without even realizing it, I have been silently searching for sisters-in-shittiness in an endless world of wildly fertile or child-averse.
The other day I saw Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland for the first time (I know, I know - what kind of a Burton/Depp fan am I) and one quote struck me:
The White Queen is preparing Alice to fight the jabberwocky and she says "Alice you cannot live your life to please others, the choice must be yours, for when you step out to face that creature you will step out alone".
And I thought, aint that the truth.
Even when we have wonderfully loving husbands, wildly supportive family members and psychotically involved friends, at the end of the day when you face something like this you're facing it alone... but I can't put into words what a comfort it's been to discover a secret online Wonderland world of women also fighting their own Jabberwockies and writing home to tell the tale.
So for you, my sisters - I've unknowingly searched the whole wide world and I'm so glad I found you.
I shimmy in your general direction.