I’ve been waiting for three weeks now on two equally important e-mails.
One is from the literary agent who requested to read my manuscript and in whose hands all my hopes and dreams rest, fragile as a baby bird.
The other is from Kmart, who assured me I’ll be the first to know when they restock the bowls that will finally complete my new dish set.
Which do you think will arrive first? I’m taking bets.
In other news, I went to the gynecologist yesterday at the university clinic. The nurse asked if I was okay with having a male med student in the room. I said it was fine, thinking back on how I once too was a student, observing therapy sessions of others (arguably a more vulnerable experience than a pap smear). I’m not gonna lie though– it was weird. The doctor, nurse, AND med student were all across from where I lay exposed in the stirrups. And the doctor kept feeling around and pressing various parts of mine and saying to the student, “This is the cervix,” “This is the pubis,” “This is the clitoris,” as the student nodded and said “Hmmmm.” (It was actually a learning experience for me too). But yeah. Pretty sure I was this guy’s first vagina model.
Was that blog appropriate? I debated it for a while but finally figured hey, a lot of people have vaginas. But I don’t know. You decide.
Today a 3rd grader told me that I still act like a kid. I like to think it was my youthful spirit, but it might have just been that I was using putty to make farting noises.
Literary agent– remember our pumpkin adventure to Kmart? One big let down.Don't worry. Most people relate to vaginas in some fashion.
Shoot, now I’m thinking I *really* want to go to Podcamp Boston to see how the story plays out I’m very big into self-censorship when I blog (and also when I psdcaot). I mull everything over before I write, and I never write anything I don’t want family to stumble upon.If I’m ever unsure about something, I let Rob read it and get his input.I rarely rant on-line, but my friends know I’m perfectly capable of it in person. I’m wary, though, that a rant on-line will be misinterpreted, and I don’t like the thought of unintentially hurting someone’s feelings.However, I’m mulling over a rant on an upcoming psdcaot. My inner censor is suggesting that I need to be careful, but part of me needs to get it out of my system. I’ve talked it over with a very good friend who thinks it’s high time I raised the subject. It scares me to think what the reaction might be, but I know he’s right.Ultimately, though, I’m glad the censor is there to keep me out of trouble (most of the time).
True Story! The other day I was playing with putty that made farting noises and was actively using it while have a discussion with Barb about paperwork! I win. :)I for one enjoyed this post. I decide that it's appropriate. I also am looking highly forward from hearing from that literary agent! He/She is a lucky person for discovering you!
We all know I'm pro all things vagina.
You Sir/Madam are the enemy of confusion evreewhyre!
Grandma just asked for your blog address but seeing that this one is about vaginas and farting…I think I'll wait to send it!
if i were your grandma, i would be proud of every word.