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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Show and Tell: The Blue Room and a Borrowed Bass Guitar

Recently painted (twice. the first attempt at creating my "womb room" with a light peach turned out simply creepy. Note to self: Walls the color of flesh are not soothing....)

Recently stocked with a borrowed bass guitar and amp.

Already filled with a hand-me-down day bed and bits of this and that.

This is kind of a multi-purpose room in our apartment. It holds our largest closet (unseen) and the spare bathroom filled with books (also behind a closed door). Our inflatable kayaks live in here, dry out here, get stashed here, as do all the fertility meds. In a few months, this is where I will shoot up with lupron every morning and (hopefully, eventually) PIO every night.

But for now, it is where I am teaching myself how to play the bass guitar. Which makes my husband laugh and me smile.

This is my first time on Mel's weekly Show and Tell! Want to see what it's all about? Imagine a grown-up virtual version of the show and tell at school - Head over to Stirrup Queens and check out all of the other folks who have something to share with you this week.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Creme de la Creme is Ready


Creme


So, you should go look at it.

And know that I will be posting an addendum to my own entry (oh how things have changed) very soon.

I had a much nicer than anticipated New Year's Eve that consisted of hair-stroking under the basement stairs, bear hugs by the stripper pole and many a heart to heart with burly men and buxom women. Maybe I'll even tell you about that. Short version: I love my brother, his girlfriend, and their friends and was absolutely shocked (although I shouldn't have been) by the love and affection (and grief) that they shared with me and M.

All amid the glow of a "Live Nudes" neon light in my brother's basement, setting of his first annual (of what will be many I am sure) NYE soiree.

I love my brother.
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