100 and counting

This is my 100th post and I'm shocked I made it here. I still can't quite figure out why I choose to write on this blog. It honestly does help me process my always very active brain and for a few people out there they may find something out of my life and it's successes and mess ups. Being that this is the 100th post I feel a little nostalgic, curious at what my past 99 posts have represented. I can sum it up pretty easily in two words; my life. This is what I write about, it is my sometimes boring, sometimes sad, sometimes glorious life that is all mine.

On this 100th post I could recount yesterday's adventures that included going to a wedding of a workout friend of mine who decided to re-marry her ex husband. Best part of the wedding, her son, who is an Elvis impersonator, who sang no less than 4 songs during the wedding and the toast. I could also recount my first hand look at my husband's high school years as we found ourselves in the very tired looking bar the Time Out in Kirkland celebrating Bothell High School class of 89's 20 year high school reunion. Kent was no Josie Grossie, but he was no superstar either. He was Kent, the really nice guy. Guess what, I love that he was the really nice guy that everyone wanted to be friends with. There were only a handful of spouses and I met this funny spouse named Todd who sat with me while we drank the largest Corona beer we've ever seen. I saw this short haired woman walk past me practically carrying it with two hands. Being the shy person I am I instantly grabbed her and had to inspect the bottle. A 24oz Corona beer, holy crap, are you kidding me. I was so perplexed, I just interrogated the hell out of her. I was like, where did you get this. She said to just order a large Corona. I've never even heard of ordering a Corona this way. A Corona is a Corona, it's a bottle of beer. Well apparently the Time Out has one thing on it's good side, a crazy sized beer that is like a secret handshake to get. So Todd and I decided this beer should only be served to spouses for having to endure a smelly joint and really drunk women who were obviously reliving their glory days that night. I took a photo of the bottle, but really, I should have taken it with my hands around it. By the way, even though I didn't go to BHS, I had the most school spirit and won a T-shirt and baseball cap. The two women who sort of organized the event were trying trying to get people on the makeshift dance floor by louring them with swag. You drink enough of the large Corona's and you'll find yourself cheering for BHS to get your husband a hat he doesn't want and a T-shirt that doesn't fit.

The other thing I could post about for my 100th post is this big follicle I have and wondering if the shot worked and the egg dropped. We didn't do IUI as I honestly had no idea what it was, my husbands junk works and I had no clue how much it cost. When the ARNP was talking to me she talking a mile a minute and I was so confused. She used all of this fertility jargon that I have really no clue about. When she asked about IUI I told her I wasn't a lesbian, so why can't my husband and I just do it. She laughed and gave me instructions on doing it. So we did our business as instructed and we will wait to see if anything happened.

Happy life to me.