I'm blogging so infrequently I fear I'll lose my blog readership, all six of you. I've made true friends up here, even if they're virtual friends, Romy, Mike, Karen, Sheri, Amanda, and brought back a couple old friends, Scott and Pdub. But again, I'm finding blogging these days to be challenging. In more than one sense. Reading KMJ's posts recently...I echo her feelings...what do I do with blog? Truthfully, the most gut share stuff I could put up here would be unfair to my wife. How do I write about my past and honor her as a reader? Not that my past was dramatic or promiscous. But I think of Edward Abbey's title for his journals (or his publisher's): Confessions of a Barbarian . When I saw that, even as a grad student, I thought, man, that's me. I'd call my blog that, but it's taken. Barbarian how? In so many ways...anger and frustration, lust and sweet desire, above all, a great belief in the promise of my own future, much of it fastened un...
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This is indeed good news. Prayers will continue to flow your way as you guys wait any further developments and whether or not to go through with the 'vaz'.
As someone who has been through it, it is not that bad...as long as the person performing the procedure remembers that you are a man and not a cow with so many utters to pull on. Enough said.
Keep me posted.
Peace.
Mike
I'll note the udder analogy when I talk to the urologist next time. All of this reminds me of how often women have to go through embarassing procedues as a matter of routine.
t
I just noticed that I spelled udders wrong in my last comment. I'm so glad I teach history and not english.
no worries. With some things, it doesn't matter how you spell them, it's what you do with them.
t