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It’s an honor to be nominated and also I might pass out

YOU GUYS.

LOOK AT THE PICTURE IN THE BOTTOM LEFTHAND CORNER.

THAT IS ME.

WHOA NELLY.

I’m a finalist for the Type-A Conference We Still Blog award. The other nominees are all wonderful, and I count a few of them as friends (not that the others aren’t nice people; I just don’t know them). I was so shocked and happy when I got the email, and I’m also super nervous about the conference now, because I have to stand in front of a bunch of wonderful bloggers and read the post in question to them. (I can’t tell you which post it was just yet, but I will after the conference.)

The other nominees are:

They are all excellent writers, and I’m guessing their nominated posts will be Somewhat Serious and Potentially Cry-worthy. Mine was an attempt at humor, and I’m afraid no one will laugh. So probably I will need to take some Wacky Props for Distraction.

Friends, if you will be there I am counting on you to laugh even if you think my post is the dumbest ever.

A menu plan while I may or may not be out of commission

That pesky kidney stone from back in July is still around and making life difficult, so I’m going to be having a laser lithotripsy today to demolish it. What does that look like from the inside? Something like this:


Crazy, right? I hope they give me the video of mine.

Now that we’ve discussed and viewed a minor surgical procedure: What’s for dinner?

Monday: Sandwiches

It’s surgery day for me, so I probably won’t be eating anything at all.

Tuesday: Baked ravioli

I ended up not making this last week because young Douglas Mason decided to make an early appearance.

Wednesday: Fish sticks & mac and cheese

I wanted to make all of this week’s meals super-easy just in case Rockford has to pick up all of my slack.

Thursday: Cheeseburgers

Perry Mason sent us home with a surfeit of beef from his freezer, so we’ll be eating a lot of it over the coming weeks.

Friday: Pizza

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Sick days

This is the first time I’ve participated in Jana’s Stream-O-Consciousness Sunday. I don’t usually feel like I have anything to say on Sundays, for some reason, but today I guess I do.

I’ve been sick on and off since late July. I kept thinking it was UTIs, but it turns out it’s all been thanks to a 3-millimeter orb of doom. I knew I had a kidney stone in July — it was pretty hard to miss, and it landed me in the ER — but it stopped hurting so I thought it had disintegrated. (The urologist gave me potassium citrate and said it might do the trick.) It didn’t occur to me that it might not have, even when I started having other problems.

Anyway, my health problems have kept the kids from some of their activities; made Rockford make major adjustments to his work schedule, including canceling a trip this week so he’s home while I recover from surgery; and pulling some attention away from what should’ve been exclusively my brother and sister-in-law’s Big Week. I feel guilty. I don’t like being the center of attention, and I hate being an inconvenience.

And I can’t expound upon that any more, because that’s the end of the Jana-mandated five minutes.