First, you know, at work, I go on Facebook and I'm all, I'm bickering with Jeff on gchat right now. And someone comments with a frowny face and I'm all OH NO I've pulled a TMI. Should not talk about fighting with husband on FB. Faux pas. So 20 minutes later I'm all, no more bickering! See! Happily married! I earnestly reflect on how I should blog about anger and its nonplace in discussions of marriage.
Then later I see someone else's link to the dissertation dance contest where you can make a video of your dissertation as an interpretive dance for prizes so I send it to my PhD friend who then posts it on HER Facebook page and then we are all making dorky comments like ha ha ha I could never make a dance about clinical utility and mine would be so dumb because it would just be a bunch of people standing around not caring or paying for a stupid genetic test. Finally our coolest friend saves the day by reminding us that we will need scarves. Nerdy nerd nerd all over the place.
Then a woman from my high school posts something like JUST WONDERING why aren't more people concerned about Obama's known associations with a domestic terrorist. And then I go gchat with another high school friend and I'm all go see! And she's all smart and stuff and writes this beautiful response full of facts about why she thinks it's not a big deal. And then this OTHER guy writes in and is all Ayers is in bed with Hugo Chavez and socialist and radical and get your facts right and it just gets nasty quickly and so I feel compelled to stand with my friend and I write in all I agree with my friend, but wouldn't it be great if the students at our old HS were engaging in debates about politics right now? Wouldn't that be great! And then the hostiess is all don't comment if you can't bring more to the table LOL. I swear she said LOL. And then I'm all, just all done with that thread but thank GOD for the chance to interact with people with a range of views, yes? Thank heavens for high school.
And then sometime in there I become a Facebook fan of The Bloggess and this other woman from high school sends me a message and is all, you too? I love her! And it turns out that she has a blog that totally gets a ton of comments and through my ENVY I realize I can see why once I go peek at it.
And meanwhile I had started the day in earnest reflection about my life as a mother because I'm excited no thrilled no relieved no I just exhaled and didn't know I needed to because Hugo doesn't need any more bloodwork, which means I can stop dying a little bit every time we have to go to the hospital. Four months of owies and train stickers, and he is all done. Plenty o' platelets. Thank GOD.