Happy New Year!
I'm sitting here, and can't get past that because, I've been blogging 7 years this month and things sure have changed.
It used to be that a blog entry could contain newsy stuff about you or your family and people would read and respond and maybe share something about their lives and you'd go to their blog and find out what was up with them.
Now, as I think I've said before somewhere, it seems things in blogging have to be a performance of some sort: people trying to out-wise each other about the latest controversy in the community, or out-angst each other about this, that or the other thing, or they have to be an event in the Outrageous Olympics.
Wait, now I sound like some "back in the day" fogey, that's not really what I meant, there really are lots of great thing in blogging that have developed over the years.
(You kids, get offa my lawn, someone bring me my cane.)
But, fact is, other than my record breaking attendance at funerals lately (five in the past few weeks, and my dad's best friend died a couple of days ago), my life is pretty normal and I suppose I'm mostly well-adjusted, though there may be are people who would disagree, and I can't compete.
Yes, I know it's not a competition, that's just a saying. Work with me, here.
I like to write.
While I don't feel I possess a particular talent at it as many of you do (that's OK, really), for some reason, that has made me hesitant to write blog entries like I used to do.
Well, I'm done with that.
From now on, you get what you get here. You have been warned.
So, with that...
Our New Year's Eve was not quite as expected.
Busy Girl had a large, nasty cyst over her eye that we thought a couple of weeks ago would be sliced and drained (you're welcome) in the doctor's office and she'd be on her way.
Well, two doctors said, "No way I'm touching that", (since it was over her eye) and we found ourselves at a fancy pants plastic surgeon on December 30th.
Poor thing, she had just had a hip arthrogram last week, and now this.
As for me, let's just say I am no longer lamenting having had a huge deduction taken out to fund the ol' FSA.
Anyway, we thought finally she'd get some relief and a bandage, but, instead, she got a slot on the surgery schedule for December 31.
Like, actual surgery with general anesthesia, as my Twitter peeps became painfully aware of when they had to keep my jumpy ass calmed down all day.
We waited all day at home for them to call us to the hospital for her case (she was last), and finally got there around 4:30.
Though I tried to tell her, she really didn't get that she was having (in her words) "legit" surgery, so she was kind of surprised about the whole IV, holding room, operating room and recovery thing.
My dad came down to wait with us, so New Year's Eve was really rocking around these parts, though I will say we had a lovely view of the city from our suite.
It all went well, and we were even able to go out to dinner and visit a friend briefly afterward.
The real fun began when she had to keep ice on it for 48 hours, as her definition of "keep ice on it", and my definition of "keep ice on it", weren't them same.
She's got stitches and is probably on the way to a scar, but they are darn good stitches as this doctor is surgeon to the elite of the area who apparently demand perfection in their eye jobs.
The doctor kept apologizing for having to make the incision where there'd be scarring, and I kept telling her that was fine, since we'd rather have scarring than have Busy Girl's face rot off.
I daresay she wasn't used to that kind of flexibility, because she sure LOVES us, now. We are totally bestfriends, now.
So, now we have to wait for the culture results of what was in there, and the probable results are a bit of a little concern (a bug, not cancer or anything), and she can't play volleyball for a bit, but we'll deal with it.
She's working on a story about her New Year's Eve to tell at school on Monday. It most likely will involve an evening of getting knifed after getting IV drugs and not remembering anything and waking up in the hospital.
With that, I leave you to go clean out the pantry because I'm an organizing fool for 2010, y'all.
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Felt compelled to leave you a note... liked this entry about blogging the way YOU want! I don't really fit into the "mommy blog" mold, but I'm out there doing what I like to do. Some is mom stuff, some isn't.
Glad to hear your busygirl was taken care of by the best and is on the mend. Wishing you a wonderful 2010!
Yes, yes, yes.
Glad BG is ok!
I hope your daughter is OK.
I get the whole "out angst the other blogger" thang.... I'm not up for that either. I'm pretty happy when "I have nothing to blog about," it means there is no drama in my life.
Here's to a drama free 2010!
So glad her surgery went well. At least she will have a cool New Year's Eve "how I got this scar" story to share for years.
Usually my life is pretty darn boring (I just blogged about how awesome it was to go to TJ Maxx by myself) and I realize that that is something to actually prize these days! (the boredom...not my lack of fitness)
Keep on bloggin'!
1) Gross
2) I'm glad she is okay.
3) Cut your hair you damn hippie!
I'm glad you're here, Busymom. Keep sharing as long as you feel good about it!
Ha ha, I thought at the end there you were telling me to go clean out *my* pantry, and I was wondering, a) how you knew, and b) why that ranked above the rest of the squalor here. Love your blog any way you like to blog it.
Here's to not competing and keeping it real. I just can't add anything to what you said other than, w00t! Great minds (or old fogey minds) most certainly think alike!
I love that BusyGirl has a rockin' story for school. She must get her humor from her mom. Keep us updated on what that gook in her eye was. Ya know, cause the gook keeps us coming back, dontcha know. ;-)
Ouch! Poor thing, I hope all is healed quickly :(
Other than the surgery-fest I hope that your family has a great new year :)
Glad to hear BusyGirl got it all taken care of! Fingers crossed for y'all that it wasn't anything serious! Wishing you a happy new year!
It's always scary to think about your baby being put to sleep. My father was always a scar-phobic too and would probably be freaking out just like you. With boys, I've already given up on being scar free as the little sliced his head open about 2 years ago. They glued it but....that kid is wild so who knows what the future hods.
Just keep blogging. We'll read whatever you write. Oh. And stop going to funerals.
welcome back! everyone has always loved the events of the Busy's just as they are!
Glad Busy Girls is okay. Poor kid. Glad mom is okay too. Happy New Year to the Busy Family.
I love-love what you said about blogging. I'm boring and PROUD baby. Mama don't want no dramaz.
Actually, there is a blogger of biggish sorts who I feel is constantly trying to stir people up, jumping on every damn potential "issue" and trying to make something out of it. I took her out of my Reader a couple months ago, and I felt so much better! I should have dropped that ax long ago.
Also - "we'd rather have scarring than have Busy Girl's face rot off" made me laugh out loud!
AND - seven years?!?
Duuude. That's a long time. Congratulations!
Girl, i'm an organizing fool, too - and glad to hear BG is doing well post-surgery.
sliced and drained...eeeeehhhhh...thanks for the visual.
Does she know you tweeted a pic of her pre-surgery too?
Best of luck on your organizing! I, too, hope to become better organized and manage my time better this year.
I remember the good ol' days of blogging. Things were definitely different. I love writing and venting and just connecting, but many people don't seem to want to read that anymore. It's like you said....I think people would rather read others "out-performing" and "out-angsting" one another. I may be guilty of reading some of that, but I just can't bring myself to really participate, let alone throw myself into that fray.
Happy New Year!
Word. Still. Blogging it my way. The End.
(P.S. Glad to hear that Busy Girl is okay and sorry I wasn't on Twitter to crack stupid jokes that nobody but my Grandmother in heaven would get!)
We just switched to an FSA this year and I am filling out the paperwork tomorrow... maybe I'll put an extra $10 or $20 bucks in for when life gets crazy.
Hope the rest of your year makes your FSA lonely.
Ya know...I think all that "Blog Her" stuff has been messing with your head...SERIOUSLY! I read your blog because I enjoy your writing. And, as I have enjoyed your writing over the years, I have begun to enjoy "you" as well. Even though I barely (if that) know you.
See, you can write about funerals and cysts and knifings and I come back. You can write about depression and I come back. You can write about volleyball and more volleyball with a sidenote about volleyball and I come back. Heck, you could write about sourkraut and toilet paper and I'd STILL come back.
And if you write about chocolate? I will never leave!
Glad she's OK! Ditto the consensus; I just said to my husband the other day, "You know, I can't remember the last time I was really bored." I wasn't saying it in a happy way.
I hope your daughter is doing well!
Now she needs to work on her stories - and more than just "you should see the other guy!" She can legitimately say she was completely stoned/wasted on NYE though.
Just seconding what eveyone has said here. I love your "voice." Keep doing what you're doing. I only read a handful of blogs, and yours is one of them. I have no clue what goes on in the blogosphere, I just know what I like. I am about your age, have 2 kids, ages 9 and 16, live in the south, and work in healthcare, so I can really relate to you. Just post more often!
Blog On Busy Mom!!! The only time I'm disappointed is when you DON'T write. But even then It makes me look forward to your next entry even more.
7 years is a long time to be doing this. I am at six. It certainly has changed, blogging that is. Bit different than it used to be, but as long as you enjoy it who cares.
Unlike many posts on the internet, this was fun to read and gave me some valuable input. I will have to put a backlink on my website. Regards. J
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I'm not a baseball fan, but this whole episode stinks to the high heavens. WHY in God's name is congress (A group of liars if there ever was one) WASTING their valuable time on a baseball player who allegedly lied about taking drugs that may even kill him someday. The country is in the grip of a horrible mess caused by the inattention of politicians for the last 30 years. That boil is getting ready to burst,and here we have Congress trying to "look busy". It's really disgusting. It's impossible for Congress to hold anyone in contempt, because that is the feeling that the entire country has -against THEM!.....:-)