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Single Girls and Their Married Facebook Friends

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This week has been a doozy for updating the blog…it’s so busy at work, and I’ve been sort of down in the dumps lately about not getting that job. I don’t take rejection well.  Not to mention my MIL was here for a full on week, and I am just now coming down from the intensity of all of that.

Daydreaming in Progress just did a great post about Facebook status updates today. In one part of the post, she goes into the different stages of our lives that show up on our Facebook feeds. A few years ago, I was getting a ton of wedding pictures on my feed, and now, it’s all about baby announcements on my feed. It’s gotten to the point where a new baby photo, ultrasound pic, or pregnancy announcement appears on my Facebook feed at least once a day.That definitely wasn’t the case 5 years ago!

However, it got me thinking: Just like many others before me, I’ve posted some of my wedding pics on Facebook. Is this the same slap in the face to my single friends as looking at ultrasound photos feels like to me? I got hit with a dose of perspective today. Not to say that I won’t still have a twang of hurt when I see the baby pics on Facebook…but it’s interesting to think that our talk of our husbands, our marriages, our engagements, or a status update on a beautiful wedding could make a single person feel sad, too.

Food for thought.

Happy Leap Year.



You’re so great we DON’T WANT TO HIRE YOU!

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Happy Monday! Before I start wallowing in self pity, I’ll start off by saying that the Oscar party rocked! The Descendants Hawaiian spiked punch was a hit (as my dull headache this morning can affirm.)

This morning I was greeted with an email from the woman I interviewed with three weeks ago for what I thought might be my dream job. It’s one of those jobs where you read the description and *know* you could rock it. Not to mention, I’m fairly decent friends with everyone in the department I would be working in (including the woman I interviewed with), and was actually invited to come in for an interview.

Although I can’t say the name of this unnamed company, let’s just say, you’ve probably seen about 20 of their movies.

The email she sent to me this morning basically told me that I was great, smart, talented, and that everyone knows and loves me in their department…but they want to hire someone else. In other words, I’m so great, they don’t want to work with me. In other words, I took a hit today. I really bad rejection-laden hit. In other words, looks like I’ll be trying to grin and bear my current job.

In other words…well….I’ll just let the incredible Gene Wilder speak for me.


2nd Annual Oscar Party Extravaganza Blowout Thing

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Grace Kelly and Clark Gable? Or Hubs and I on a typical night out? It’s hard to tell.

As many of you know, I live in Los Angeles–well, technically a suburb about 20 minutes outside of Los Angeles (45 minutes with traffic…and there’s always traffic…so…sigh.) Aside from by brief stint in Boston going to college, I have never not lived in the LA area–I was born and raised here! Which is very odd for someone living in LA. I meet more people here who are actually from Iowa, New York, or Ohio.

But I digress.

I wanted to tell everyone about a little thing called the Oscars that happens but once a year. It’s kind of a big deal no matter where you live. But in LA? In LA…the city goes ape shit.

I must admit…I’m not immune. I frickin love it.

Everyone from my great grandmothers on (on all sides of my family) were born and raised in LA and the Oscars have always something we watched as a family. One of my great grandmothers on my stepdad’s side was a moderately successful silent film actress named Mary Wynn (real name, Phoebe Rosenfeld) She was in Birth of a Nation as a very young child (which makes me cringe a bit), but was an amazing lady who I got to spend a lot of time with as a child and teenager.

Here’s her headshot and a photo of her on set–cool, right? Very “Hollywood!”

But I digress!!

In LA during Oscar weekend, streets are blocked off and bleachers are erected.  Syria? What’s a Syria? The news plays non-stop Oscar predictions. “Best Picture” camps are formed–Are you rooting for The Artist? Midnight in Paris (that would be me, although I know it won’t win)? Or, are you in Camp “The Help” (which I will not hesitate to say is my least favorite movie on the list this year for many reasons, the most important reason being I believe it is a trite, borderline racist film which attempts to put a nice pink Hollywood bow around the horrifying struggle that blacks actually went through during the civil rights movement. Spoiler Alert! White girl gets a great journalism job at the end, and The Help?? You know…the ones who put their lives on the line to feed White Girl Journalist their stories?  Well, they get the honor of knowing that their stories got the white girl out of her horribly stifled life in the South. ) Good performances, awful message (in my humble opinion, which many disagree with!)

But I digress!!

The most important thing about the Oscars this year is Hubs and my Second Annual Oscar Party Extravaganza Blowout Thing! Yeah, basically we have a bunch of friends over for an all day party in which lots of booze and food are consumed. We make themed dishes for each Best Picture Nominee. This year’s are:

The Tartist–fruit tarts

The Descendants Hawaiian Punch–a spiked tropical punch drink

Extremely Hot and Incredibly Delicious–some sort of spicy wings

Hugo Sugo–Sugo is a tomato sauce. We’re also making meatballs

Cheesyball–a ball of that great orange cheese with almonds.

The Brie with Knife–more cheese!

Midnight in Pears–poached pears with dark chocolate sauce

War Hors d’oeurves– Finger foods!

And, of course,

The Help Chocolate Pie (if you’ve seen the movie, you get it).

Anyone else have Oscar traditions they’d like to share? Anyone doing any Oscar related fun tomorrow?

Someday my Prince will come.

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I’m not even going to go there with the pun I could spin on the last word of title of this entry. Damn you, brain.


As some of my loyal readers know, I’m always on the lookout for gag worthy and freakish totally normal and gorgeous pregnancy photos.

In today’s pic, we have Celeste who has decided to model a lovely “Fairy Queen of the Shire” look for her pregnancy photo.

I could go there (again) with a riding bareback pun…but I’m classy like that, so I won’t.

Happy Friday!


Rainbow Wheel of Death

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We all know that symbol.









It usually happens when you open one too many programs at the same time on your computer. All of a sudden, you’re trapped in that rainbow wheel vortex. At first, you’re mildly annoyed. You think, “Hmm.  A rainbow wheel of death. I’ll just wait it out–I’m sure this will all resolve in a few seconds.” But the wheel keeps spinning. You go from mild annoyance to: “Ok. WTF.” You start pushing random buttons. You hit ESC about 43 times. “Control Alt Delete Motha Fuckaaaaa!!”At this point your blood is boiling. You start contemplating the meaning of all microscopic life forms that have flowed out of the primordial ooze to create the butterfly wings that flapped and gave us The Jersey Shore and your defunct ovaries.

But that rainbow wheel of death keeps twirling away.

This is infertility in a nut shell.

What started as a simple scratching of my head that I had not ovulated in a couple of months has led me to information overload and a paralyzing rainbow wheel inside of myself. Whatever direction I choose seems laden with side effects, pros and cons, “every body is different”, “it didn’t work for me, but it worked for others”…so I sit here paralyzed. I’m ready to chuck my body against a wall, move to the woods, and go “Walden Pond” on the universe.

What has spurred these feelings this morning?

Well, the natural progesterone cream I ordered off Amazon came in the mail yesterday. I had forgotten I’d ordered it–this was a little bit over a week ago when I was frantically searching the 1.2 million web pages for “Natural PCOS remedies.”  It was just one more thing to add to the list of things to try, and it was $20 so what the hell.

I am at a point now where I don’t expect anything to work. I’m taking my Vitamin D, Omega 3, Metformin, Calcium, and Vitamin B Complex every single day without a noticeable change in anything. I’m going gluten free. I am about to try acupuncture, but part of me worries that may be akin to flushing my money down the drain.

I feel slightly embarrassed to write this, but I used the natural progesterone cream last night, and again this morning. I have about 1% faith that this stuff will actually help me normalize. The only thing that is keeping my hopes alive are the Amazon reviews about it, and the general research I’ve done online that discusses the progesterone deficiencies that most PCOS women have. I’m going to try using it for the 14 recommended days and see if it helps.

In the meantime, I just want the rainbow wheel to stop spinning. I know how to get there, but it’s akin to telling a crack addict to stop hitting the pipe. I wish there were a way I could control my impulses to research fertility. The more I know, the more I overload my system, the more the rainbow wheel spins. I don’t want to be this way.I keep saying I’m not going to Dr. Google anything, and then I do. I suppose I’m the only one who can change this habit.






Facebook “Blow Out”

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What’s better than having a friend who got his wife pregnant after 2 months of “trying”?

Oh yeah! I know!

Reading his Facebook status updates where he and a bunch of other fertile parents like to sit and laugh about baby feces and what their childless friends must be thinking!

In Fertile Speak, a “blow out” isn’t something you get at a salon…I guess it’s a cutsie way of saying that his kid’s shit exploded out of her diaper.

Awwwww! Cute!!!!!!!

To my fertile friend: Yes, I have blocked your fertile feed from showing up from now on. This isn’t your first offense at a status update like this. What I’m “thinking”  is that you clearly have no effing CLUE that many of your childless friends would love to have a baby that shits all over the place.

To Andrea: Ahahahaaa! Birth control pills! I get it! It’s so FUNNY being childless! After reading this post on how awful baby poo is, all us wacky childless folks want to do is pop birth control pills so we don’t get pregnant!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!

Fuck you.

When I sit down and think about all of the medical expenses the ALI community “invests” in, and all of the heartache this causes, I get so damn mad at posts like these.

Welcome to my first ICLW!

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After a few months of silently (and, perhaps, creepily) lurking on Stirrup Queens, I finally decided to take the plunge and join in on all of the fun that is ICLW! I’m pretty darn excited to dive into some new blogs and be a comment leaving machine this week.

To those of you who are new to my blog, welcome! I haven’t had a period in 6 months! I’m at the point where I need to start thinking about other options besides “relaxing” (thanks, Mom!) and yoga (I sprained my neck doing an over-eager headstand last week. Yay.)

To my “regulars”, welcome back. Truly–this whole blogging business has been an incredible way for me to deal with coming to grips with IF, and your support has been what has been keeping me going.

Happy commenting!