Last year, when I miscarried my twins, one of the first people we called was my sister-in-law. She has identical twin boys who survived twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome and now have cerebral palsy. Their story is not as grim as that sentence sounds. The boys are now 2 1/2 years old and are ridiculously sweet and exceeding doctor’s expectations every day. She recently started blogging, so if you are so inclined, check her out: My Loves My Life. I love being able to read about the boys and their accomplishments on a regular basis.
Stop by and say hello 🙂
So it was brought to my attention by the lovely Jen that my old domain cheezewhizandmustardDOTcom has been taken over by spammers. So, if you had the misfortune of receiving any strange posts in your readers (all dated July 1), please disregard them. They are not authentic Cheeze Whiz and Mustard. Only I am cool enough for that.
I have updated my feedburner feed, so that should be working again, as does the wordpress feed. I hope that fixes the problem. Well, not the problem that SOMEONE took over my old domain name and filled it with junk. But at least now I have redirected you on the straight and narrow (and cheezy).
Reading a friend of mine post about her current battle with cancer rekindled my desire to journal (blog).
Not sure where this will lead me, but for now, let’s just say that I am temporarily back in the house.
I have decided to post all of the updates that I had written while Ivy and I were in the hospital when she was born. If you subscribe to me in a reader, you may notice all these posts from January showing up…I retro-dated them to the time that I had originally written them.
If ever I had to come out of the closet, I think I would pay Ricky Martin to do it for me. His writing was so heartfelt and poignant that I thought maybe I should come out, too. Then, I remembered that I am not a homosexual. So I’ll just link you to his blog post and let you feel the strength and truth for yourselves.
I recently received an e-mail from a blogger asking me if I was alright, as I have been notably absent from the blogosphere for, oh, 3 months. I then realized that I have not been getting comments anymore, particularly on a post on UE that I posted about 2 years ago and has received in the thousands of hits, and the comments were creeping into the hundreds when I finally disabled comments. And I didn’t care in the slightest.
This single post boosted my traffic immensely, but it also frustrated me to no end because everyone suddenly felt like I was the expert on getting out of UE contracts, which I am not. It was also the brunt of harsh e-mails from people who stumbled on it and felt like I had slandered the company. Now I that I am free of UE, I don’t want to speak of it ever again. That is why I am not even linking back to that post in this one.
The other reason I have been away is that I have been busy living my real life, which is an exhausting/exhilerating life raising 2 boys under the age of 3. Sacha will be 3 next week and I am attempting, for the first time to make a decorative cake. I usually ask my aunt, who is a professional decorator, to do the cakes. This time, however, I am trying to be the superhero myself. We shall see. I have also been knitting up a storm, knotting my needles into a sweater for Sacha, featuring a hydraulic digger on the front. Knitting maniacally trying to finish it in time for his birthday (I finished it on Wednesday night).
Then, on top of that, I just couldn’t be bothered to be online anymore, other than Googling myself (I’m a narcicist like that) and cyber-stalking Jon and Kate and their ridiculously public, and most-likely, child therapy-inducing divorce.
But this e-mail to check in on me shed some new light on my internet existence. Now that no one is really paying attention anymore, I am really free to write. Those who honestly loved my blog for its own quirky state of being will still read it. No matter what I write. Whenever I want.
So this is now the beginning of my new cyber-life. Mrs. Mustard has left the building. Now it’s just Sarah.
Bloggers usually pour their lives onto the interwebs to release some tension in the hopes that someone will leave a comment telling them that they are not alone. Right now, however, I am not really being a good blogger. I have way too much on my plate, and despite the need for relief and some sort of sedative, I just don’t want to bore the netz with my seemingly insurmountable pile of poo. I will let you in on powerpoint version of it, but not bore you with benign details:
- Baby is due in 19 days. It dropped over 2 weeks ago, making the carting around of a 20 month old a real pain in the ass/back/tummy/body in general.
- Our house has been on the market for over a month and no offers. All of the activity in our area is in the low-shitty-leaky-basement price range and the high-massive-driveway-parks-20-cars price range. We are in the middle with a beautiful home that is in move-in condition. No one is biting.
- We have to sell our house by mid-July, as we are set to take possession of our NEW home on the other side of the country at the end of July, and our down-payment for that house is sort of, well, THIS house. Besides the fact that I don’t want to be paying 2 mortgages.
- The little dude is in a total sleep regression. Woke up 3 times last night, for example. Fights us to the death when it is time for sleep and wakes up in the middle of the night convinced that it is day and wants to go outside and play.
- The husband is having anxiety issues which I have never witnessed prior. He has generalized anxiety disorder and did have panic attacks before I met him, but I have never witnessed the effects of this disorder until now. There is so much going on in our lives that is completely out of our control and it is greatly affecting him. He has been on the brink of a panic attack more than once over the past few days. Good times. I told him he needs to get laid, but then remembered whose job that is.
In conclusion, I hope this explains why my posting has been infrequent and blah (at best): too much food on a tiny plate.
I promise to post when the baby comes.
Am sick. Have not checked google reader in over a week. Not ignoring you, just too sick to focus.