The Once and Former Blogger

I've been asked more than once recently if I was still blogging. I guess the reasonable answer, despite this post, would be no.

See, when I was working on blog 1.0 (13 days from monday), I was working from home and spending countless hours in front of the computer screen, mindlessly surfing the infinite expanse of the 'net about as much as I was actually working.

I quit that blog once I realized that the life of a pregnant graduate student wasn't really conducive to published pointlessness.

Then came The Troubles, and so came blogger brigita 2.0, aka Sugarmouth, publishing My Cancer Deployment. It was all personal updates all the time, thus more journal than weblog, but it served a multitude of purposes until I finished treatment, so I stopped blogging there.*

I got a few new blog followers with MCD and thought I should try to parlay that into a new post-C blog. So I ported my old blog over to its current URL and repurposed brigita.blogspot.com for my third and current blog, Sugarmouth. The idea was to keep up with the personal anecdotes while throwing in some actual weblog content.

And I guess we know how well that worked out.

The thing of it is, my life is pretty mundane these days (as I have mentioned more than once before). There really isn't all that much of note to relay (at least nothing I haven't already mentioned in Facebook status updates) in the way of the personal life, and I'm not surfing interesting sites any more, so I guess I'm in a bit of a rut. One I'm not super fired-up to break out of, anyhow.

I guess the point of this non-post is to kind of apologize to those readers that check in on me on a regular basis, only to find the same old post languishing at the top of the blog and to let you guys know what's the what. I haven't forgotten about the blog so much as I've forgotten how to blog.

Of course now that I've said that, watch me pull the total blogger cliché of saying "Yah, I don't really have that much to say, I'm going to take a break from blogging..." and proceed to blog more in the following week than I had in the four previous.

So...more as it happens?

*...sort of...

Pieces of Me

Great news from the guts front: I got my drivers license renewal form in the mail the other day and along with it came a set of orange dot DONOR stickers. I (and everyone else in my GI support group) had been under the impression that we cancer veterans had to keep our spare parts to ourselves.

Rather than languish under flawed assumptions, I thought I should give a call to the authorities on the subject, and what did they tell me?

I can still donate my organs! Ok, well, maybe. It depends on circumstances that we didn't get into, but the good news is that I'm a definite maybe! Hooray!

A Short Story:

I am boring, bordering on the worstest blogger evar.

Boring makes for a boring blog, but a pretty nice, predictable life.

But yeah, pretty wicked boring.

The end.

The UnUpdate

Hey guys! So, how're you all dong? Good, good...

So yeah, um, you know how I haven't been posting all that much? No, there's no reason for it (emphasis on No Reason) or anything, just been kinda busy with a whole lot of nothing in particular.

ANYhoo, so I'm not really going to be posting all that much for the next week or so either because the mother-in-law is rolling into town tomorrow and then I'm hoping to do a big purge and get all my sh!t in one sock for the neighborhood yard sale the following weekend.

I know, I know, you are so jealous. If I weren't already me, I'd be jealous, too.

DREAMLOG: Mommy Edition

I think I dreamed last night that I had forgotten to order a cake for Violet's 2nd birthday.

Is this the Mommy version of naked final exam stress dream? And since when do I order store-made cakes?

This is Not a Negotiation.

Toddlers are kinda like small, sticky, pee-pants terrorists like that.

It's Like an Orange on a Toothpick

Remember the hat that I wore pretty much all last summer to keep off of my photosensitive face? The one I got in the Allure Safe in the Sun Beauty Box? The one that's actually kinda cute? Probably not, because I wasn't exactly posting a lot of pictures of myself last summer.

Anyhow, that hat? It doesn't fit me any more. Because my hair is back, in all of it's unruly, prematurely white glory.