Adventures in Emmieland

I am highly intrigued by random medical stuff. When the health channel had shows on anything from childbirth to rare conditions I had a front seat. I often forget in my enthusiasm that not everyone share this trait, mainly not Das. The other day I was marking down how big average female kidneys are, then charting the difference in the two ultrasounds I had done , one in 2006 and one in 2010. Since I made it linear it was easier for me to grasp just how much bigger those suckers had gotten. Who knows what size they are now, I know they’ve grown since my belly isn’t going anywhere and I know how I looked at this weight before. I refuse to give in to dowdiness though, I’m making empire waist, skater dress, swing dresses, and low necklines work for me. Anyway, I came to Das all hyped up to share my representation of my massive kidneys but instead of being greeted with enthusiasm he looked kinda green. What to me was fun was to him a reminder of my condition and it’s possible outcomes. ...

Today is sleepy, mind you I have done two loads of laundry, run a couple of errands, and caught up on several important emails/calls but still I don’t feel it should take this level of toll on me. I wish I could figure out how to upload pictures from my iPad since I have been going crazy with photo apps. I figure there are only so many ways to make my bedroom look interesting. Seems weird that Easter is so close, last year this time I was getting baptisted and married in preparation for confirmation. I am so glad I don’t have to do any of that this year. I’ll just show up, light a candle and take communion like everyone else. Being in the spotlight is not all it’s cracked up to be let me tell you. I’m so tired I can barely write coherent sentences, might be time for a nap.

Life is finally finally looking up. Everything is not yet peachy keen, when is it ever, but things are definitely better. I’ll take it.  We traded in the evil stalling, gas guzzling car for one slightly newer, cuter, and three times better on gas. Even planning a road trip around May to see my aunt and cousins.  It’s cold still but not the kind that makes you think frostbite is unavoidable the minute you step out of the house thankfully. I swear I want to buy summer dresses to influence the weather. If I have a stroppy dress warm weather will come.  I still haven’t been able to come up with anything reassembling a decent ending for my story, uggg. The struggle is real even when talking imaginary people.  I took apart the bed, we had broken the frame ( I know you’re jelly) which caused massive squeaking and thumping every time we moved. Rather distracting at critical moments I must say. So now the bed sits upon a metal bottom and the legs are cushioned ...

What is with people saying they will do something for you then just ghosting? I understand that sometimes no matter how good the intention things can’t get done as anticipated but why not say something. When I don’t hear from someone that I’m expecting to my first reaction isn’t even anger, it’s usually confusion followed by concern, then I try reaching out and if I can’t well then I start vacillating between worry that they aren’t ok and annoyance that they may be ignoring me instead of just saying they couldn’t do it. This is why I hate to depend on others which sucks since the current state of affairs has me dependant on the goodwill of others. Bu this too shall pass.