Writing

Out of Practice

I am really hav­ing a hard time keep­ing up with this res­o­lu­tion to write more. I think it’s because I don’t have any­thing to really “talk” about lately.

I could talk about work, since that’s pretty much what my life revolves around lately. Except I really don’t like to dis­cuss work-​​related issues on here for fear that it might be found by a co-​​worker or a poten­tial employer who might not like what I have to say about my cur­rent employer. So talk­ing about work is a no-​​no, for me these days.

I could talk about what we did last week­end, but I fear that you may find it bor­ing and mun­dane. (Met up with a friend for din­ner on Sat­ur­day. Saw Les Mis on Sunday.)

I think part of this writ­ing funk is a result of a cou­ple things: 1) I’m sorely out of prac­tice, and 2) I’m just not exposed to a whole lot of hap­pen­ings around the world. Or at least I haven’t been in touch with the news lately.

Oh, I know about major events like the New­town shoot­ings. And Oscar nom­i­na­tions. And the big giant squid caught on video in the north­ern Pacific ocean. But to expand on how I feel about these things brings it back to how out of prac­tice I am in writing.

I’m still hope­ful that this exer­cise of writ­ing at least once a week will get me back into the swing of things. But then I seri­ously gotta think of top­ics to write about.

But for now, all I got is a post full of noth­ing. Kinda like a Sein­feld episode, except not as funny.

Let’s hope next week is better …

End of the Year Wrap-​​up

Well, I must admit I haven’t done my best in writ­ing on this blog for 2012. Hope­fully that will change in the upcom­ing year.

Yes­ter­day, Hubby & I met up for a late night din­ner with one of our good friends. All of us talked about how 2013 was around the cor­ner and how 2012 seemed to fly on by. There was so many things that we all wanted to do more of, but just didn’t have the time. For Hubby & our friend, it was draw­ing more. For me, it was writ­ing more. So then and there, we made our New Year’s res­o­lu­tion to do the things we wanted to do more of. This, of course, is my lame attempt at try­ing to write again.

I guess I could start off by telling you what has hap­pened in the last year.

In May, I started a new job that has me grounded in Detroit. No more trav­el­ing, no more work­ing at home. While I some­times miss the trav­el­ing part and the “work in my pajamas”-part, I know that being based in an office-​​setting is much bet­ter for my men­tal health. I real­ized I needed the con­stant con­nec­tion with co-​​workers that you just don’t get when being an inde­pen­dent worker as I was in the pre­vi­ous posi­tion. At least I can say that I tried the “con­sul­tant” role and it just wasn’t for me … at least at this time in my life.

This new job is a chal­leng­ing one. I’m back in a lead­er­ship role, this time as a man­ager of over 4 dif­fer­ent areas. There are days that I feel that I’ve got my role down pat. Then there are the days where I feel I’ve lost my grip on real­ity. It’s at those times that I turn to Hubby to help ground me and keep me from fly­ing off the deep end. He’s good to me like that.

In July, I turned 40 years old. As expected, noth­ing really changed overnight, except now I’m more acutely aware that I’m just not as spry as I used to be. My SIL (whose birth­day is 4 days before mine) and I did cel­e­brate our 40th by throw­ing our­selves a pic­nic. Lot’s of fam­ily and friends showed up, so it was a great time full of laugh­ter and fun.

At the end of Octo­ber, I trav­eled to New York to be a part of my cousin’s “Hal­loweek­end” wed­ding. She had some pretty cool details that made the wed­ding goth-​​like. It also helped that the wed­ding wasn’t that far from the town of Sleepy Hol­low! The high­light of the wed­ding for me was being able to spend time with my Mom’s side of the fam­ily. That, and spend­ing time with my niece, Emilia, whose whole fam­ily made it to the wed­ding so that “Mia” could be a flower girl.

Get­ting out of New York actu­ally proved to be quite excit­ing as well. Super­storm Sandy threat­ened to ruin the bride’s day, but it held off until the next night. How­ever, that did cause a lot of flight can­cel­la­tions, includ­ing ours. This meant we had to drive all the way back to Detroit in a rental car in order to make it to work the next day. Luck­ily, Delta refunded us our return trip, so we didn’t lose out on too much.

The rest of the year went by pretty fast; Thanks­giv­ing, Dad’s anniver­sary, Christ­mas. Mom spent Christ­mas out in Dal­las with Dr. Bro, Dr. SIL and Mia (jeal­ous!). The week­end before Christ­mas, Bobby & I got to spend time with Dad’s side of the fam­ily, espe­cially one of my cousins and her fam­ily from Lon­don, Ontario. It was a fun Sat­ur­day night full of play­ing with the kids, poker and beer pong with our Uncle.

Yes, you read that right. Beer pong with our Uncle. All I have to say is that, even though the girls lost against the guys … that was prob­a­bly the most fun I’ve had in a long time! (But, boy did I pay for it the next day … )

And now it’s almost New Year’s Day. I can’t believe the year has gone by so quickly. As I said, my New Year’s res­o­lu­tion is to write more, and I’m hop­ing that the week­ends give me enough time to write what I want to write. And not sound as lame as I do right now. Prac­tice makes per­fect, right?

Five Years

Did you know that both the tra­di­tional and mod­ern anniver­sary gift for five years is wood?

Wood?!

Good thing we don’t cel­e­brate anniver­sary dates with other peo­ple, because I’m pretty sure I’d be get­ting a lot of wooden bowls or cut­ting boards. Or wood statues …

Why am I bring­ing this up? Because today, my friends, is my fifth blo­giver­sary. Or rather “Blog O’Versary” since it’s St. Patty’s Day. (Luck o’ the Irish to y’all …)

It’s funny, because my goal was to reach 500 posts by today. I fig­ured … hey, why not cel­e­brate two mile­stones at once.

Except, well … I some­how missed that 500 mile­stone about 11 posts ago. Amaz­ing, con­sid­er­ing I haven’t been writ­ing much lately.

It’s been dif­fi­cult, I must admit, to write lately. Work has me on a crazy sched­ule and I’ve had waay to many per­sonal issues that I’ve been obsess­ing over lately. So that leaves me lit­tle time to sit and write.

Think I’ll cel­e­brate with one of these!

I’m hop­ing to make some changes in the next few weeks that will allow me to write a lit­tle more, but right now it’s just a glim­mer of hope. So if the kind blo­gos­phere could send a quick prayer up to the heav­ens above that this glim­mer become more of a flame to light my way to a bet­ter change in my life, I’d very much appre­ci­ate it.

I real­ize I’m being vague about what I want to change, but I just ask that you stick with me and pray for the change that I need. If things do go the way I hope it does, then I promise I will tell you more.

Any­way, just wanted to write my lit­tle ditty for the week and … WTH … brag to peo­ple that I’ve man­aged to keep this blog alive for five years!

Thanks to all of you that are still out there read­ing … I can’t tell you (in words) how much it means to me.

The Month of June

I’ve wanted to do this project for quite a while now. Except that lately, I haven’t had much time to focus on writ­ing. It’s been a busy month for work; busier still with week­end activ­i­ties. That’s pretty evi­dent since I haven’t had much time to blog in the past month or so.

But that’s about to change. Because this project hap­pens to be a “daily” post, I fig­ure it would go well with my goal to do at least one month of NaBloPoMo. And this month’s hap­pens to fit per­fectly with the task at hand.

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Ticket To Ride

Almost a week with­out a post. Yes, I’m try­ing to get bet­ter at writ­ing at least one post a week here. At least thats my goal.

As it turns out, I’m on a train head­ing back to Detroit from Chicago. Hubby and I drove back to Chicago in mid-​​March, but he had to get back to Detroit before I returned from my Boston work trip this past week. Any­way, this just means that I have a lit­tle win­dow of oppor­tu­nity to sit and write with­out being distracted.

Dr. Bro, LJC and me at Disneyworld

Being a “Road War­rior” for work has given me the oppor­tu­nity to spend more time lis­ten­ing to music on my dig­i­tal library. After all, many times I find myself in air­ports for just enough time to check my email, but not enough time respond to them. Or else I’m lit­er­ally on the road dri­ving to a loca­tion hours away from where I started. Either way, music is my con­stant com­pan­ion at these times.

It’s refresh­ing for me, because music has always been part of my life. One that only recently re-​​entered at full force after years of focus­ing on a career. Or try­ing to get pregnant.

My par­ents always had music on in the house and in the car. In fact, many of those road trips we’d take as a fam­ily involved worn out cas­sette tapes or — gasp! — old 8-​​tracks.

One of my favorite mem­o­ries is my first trip to Dis­ney­world at the age of 6. My par­ents packed my brother, my cousin (who would later be known as LJC) & me in our tan wood-​​paneled sta­tion wagon along with our two grand­moth­ers and an uncle and drove down from Detroit to Orlando. Dur­ing that trip, I believe my par­ents only took a hand­ful of 8-​​tracks; ones that we would con­stantly repeat, only because we couldn’t get any radio recep­tion when dri­ving through the mountains.

Let’s just say that by the end of our trip, the three kids knew all the words to every Neil Sedaka song, as well as all the singing parts to the Grease sound­track. And it’s appar­ently a mem­ory that keeps on giv­ing, because Hubby can attest that I was recently able to iden­tify a Neil Sedaka tune!

Another 8-​​track that was in the wagon dur­ing that trip was one of many Bea­t­les com­pi­la­tions that my Dad threw together. It was from that home-​​made “playlist” (cre­ated circa 1978) that I learned the words to most of the Bea­t­les songs. And to this day, every time I hear “Ticket To Ride” I have this incred­i­ble urge to belt out the song.

The 1978 Road War­riors (minus Mom)

It’s one of those child­hood mem­o­ries I keep stored close to my heart. And one that usu­ally sur­faces when­ever I hear any song that reminds me of road trips and spon­ta­neous singing.

For instance: Today on the train, “Tiny Dancer” came  up in “shuffle-​​mode.” The first image that came to mind was my favorite scene in “Almost Famous.”

Or the other day I thought of “Harold & Kumar” when hear­ing Wil­son Phillips “Hold On” on the radio.

Regard­less of the song, each one brought me back to my own road trip mem­o­ries and how much fun they were when music was thrown into the mix. And hear­ing each song cer­tainly gave me the urge to break out into spon­ta­neous singing. Loudly. And at the top of my lungs.

And, in the midst of the chaos that my life has become of late … It made me happy.

So even though I might not be an Amer­i­can Idol con­tes­tant, I think I might just sing aloud. At least in the pri­vacy of my own home. Or car. Or shower.

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Your turn, oh Inter­nets … What song makes you think of road trips? Or what song makes you break out your singing voice?

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Related Posts:

Emily’s Liv­ing Journal

Emily hears her Own Voice

Emily’s Pitch is a lit­tle Black

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Oh, how I miss our old sta­tion wagon …

Blog O’Versary

Four years. That’s how long I’ve been blogging.

It doesn’t seem like it’s been that many years. In that span of time, I’ve come to terms with my inabil­ity to have chil­dren. And Hubby & I have come to the deci­sion to live child-​​free after infertility.

Wow, writ­ing that last para­graph appears as if I’ve reduced the past four years into two sim­ple sen­tences. Except I have 423 posts that say otherwise.

So either I’m too wordy … or I have a lot of issues.

I’m bet­ting on the latter.

Any­way, I fig­ured the best way for me to cel­e­brate my 4th Blog O’Versary (my lit­tle ode to St. Patty’s Day) is to do that (in)famous “Meme of Four.”

Of course there are vari­a­tions of this par­tic­u­lar meme, so since it’s my blo­gov­er­sary … I decided to pick the ones I wanted to answer. So with­out fur­ther ado …

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Four Jobs I’ve Had

  • Whopper-​​Maker for “The King” (and I’m not talk­ing about Elvis, either)
  • Broke Music Store Employee, who spent most of her pay­check on things called “tapes” and “records.”
  • Rockin’ Teacher’s Assis­tant at my University
  • Reg­is­tered Nurse work­ing for the “dreaded” HMO (actu­ally, it was a reward­ing job … )

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Four places I’ve lived
(Yeah, this one was easy)

  • Metro Detroit
  • Metro Detroit
  • Chicago
  • Metro Detroit

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Four shows I like to watch
(I have many, but these are my cur­rent faves)

  • Glee
  • The Good Wife
  • Crim­i­nal Minds
  • Fringe

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Four movies I can watch over and over

  • 10 Things I Hate About You
  • Love, Actu­ally
  • Not­ting Hill
  • Goonies

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Four things I get cross about

  • Tex­ting while driving
  • Self­ish, self-​​centered people
  • Unin­formed and igno­rant statements
  • The lack of problem-​​solving skills in the world today

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Four words/​phrases I use a lot

  • Seri­ously?
  • Y’all (I blame it on all the time I’ve spent in the South for work lately)
  • Naughty!
  • Sorry …

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Four web­sites I visit daily

  • Face­book (admit­tedly addicted)
  • New York Times
  • Ama­zon (I like to “win­dow” shop)
  • Mul­ti­ple Blogs

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Four things I am look­ing for­ward to

  • Our 15th Wed­ding Anniver­sary (in August)
  • Trav­el­ing the world with Hubby (someday)
  • Retire­ment (maybe someday)
  • Grow­ing old with Hubby (definitely … )

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Four things I’ve learned from the past

  • There are things in this world that are waaay beyond our con­trol …
    no mat­ter what sci­ence or med­i­cine can provide
  • It really does take a huge leap of faith in order to move for­ward from loss
  • As Mick says, “You can’t always get what you want”
  • FAMILY:
    • can include every sin­gle aunt, uncle, and cousin you’ve become close to
    • It can also include those peo­ple that have touched your life in some way or another
    • AND most impor­tantly, it can also mean just Hubby and me

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Four things I want to do before I die

  • Spend a month trav­el­ing Europe
  • Write a novel and pub­lish it
  • Move to the Pacific Northwest
  • Spend an entire week some­where on any trop­i­cal beach, read­ing and soak­ing up the sun

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Thank you to all who’ve still kept me on your blog reader. Even though I haven’t been the best of blog­gers lately. Your words and your sup­port (both here on my blog and on Face­book) mean the world to me … and have cer­tainly been my light dur­ing those times of dark­ness. You guys rock!

Pitch Black

I’ve been MIA for close to six weeks now.

And if it weren’t for the fact that my domain name was up for renewal, I prob­a­bly would have stayed MIA for even longer. So thank you to Hubby (and to a few other folk out there who inquired about how I was doing) for push­ing me to update this piece of cyberspace.

See, the thing is … I’m not quite sure to write about these days. Lately, noth­ing seems to inspire any urge to write. I’m sure I do have things to say, but it seems so triv­ial com­pared to what else is going on in the world. Or what else is going on in my life.

Between trav­el­ing for my job and spend­ing a lot of our time in Detroit, I’ve hardly had enough time to catch up on all the TV shows we’ve had DVR’d since before Thanks­giv­ing. So yeah … being in Chicago these past few days, I’ve spent my down­time watch­ing my shows.

Now … is it me? Or does it always seem that when you’re going through some­thing per­sonal that the news or even cer­tain TV shows seem to cen­ter around those per­sonal issues? For instance, I’m sure a few of my IF friends can relate to the sto­ry­line sur­round­ing Audrey & Jeff in “Rules of Engage­ment.” For me, it hap­pens to be Marshall’s lat­est sto­ry­line in “How I Met Your Mother.”

As it hap­pens, one of the first few episodes I “caught up” with fol­low­ing my Dad’s funeral was the episode where Mar­shall and Lily, who have been try­ing for the past few sea­sons to get preg­nant, finally go to see an Infer­til­ity Spe­cial­ist. Watch­ing their tri­als to start their fam­ily have, at one time or another, touched that part of me that still mourns the fact that I’ve never been able to get pregnant.

But this episode … well, the end­ing def­i­nitely sur­prised me. That was when we find out that Marshall’s Dad had sud­denly died from a heart attack.

Talk about art imi­tat­ing life. Noth­ing could hit closer to home at that moment than the look that Mar­shall had on his face when he was told of the news. And as if I hadn’t cried enough over the past few weeks by that time, I found myself with big croc­o­dile tears as the cred­its rolled by.

And since then, the episodes of “How I Met Your Mother” have some­how man­aged to make me cry in some way or another. Like the one where the gang tries to cheer Mar­shall up dur­ing his Dad’s funeral.  Or the one where Mar­shall was too pre­oc­cu­pied with try­ing to be the envi­ron­men­tal lawyer that he had always told his Dad he’d be.

Then there’s the “Des­per­a­tion Day” episode. Lily decides to fly out to Min­nesota to be with Mar­shall on Valentine’s Day.  Mar­shall  had been back at his child­hood home since the funeral  to “help” his mother adjust to life with­out his father. What Lily finds when she arrives is that Marshall’s way of “help­ing” included him expe­ri­enc­ing a bit of “Rever­tigo.” In other words, he reverted back to the high school ver­sion of Mar­shall; he began to ask his Mom to do every­thing for him: make his lunch, do his laun­dry, etc.

Dur­ing a con­ver­sa­tion Mar­shall had with Ted (in the midst of play­ing old video games in his child­hood bed­room), Mar­shall ran­domly turned to Ted and said, “I miss my father.” And Ted answered, “I know.”

Then Mar­shall relayed the story of a mem­ory he had of tak­ing long road trips with the entire fam­ily. And how many times he’d find him­self the only one awake to keep his Dad com­pany while he drove through the dark­ness of night. Mar­shall told him how he could never see any­thing in front of the head­lights dur­ing those pitch black nights, but he always felt safe because his Dad was dri­ving. And he was a super­hero that could see way out into the dark­ness. But now that his Dad was gone, things are just pitch black … and he could no longer see any­thing in front of him. And he couldn’t see where he was going.

And that’s really what it is; I miss my father. I miss the sim­plic­ity that life was when I was back in high school … even if I didn’t think life was any­thing but sim­ple at the ripe old age of 15. I wish I could go back to when I could sit in front of the TV and watch old reruns with my Dad asleep on the couch. I wish I could have him make his famous “Daddy’s Chicken Noo­dle Soup” on the days I was feel­ing sick.

I espe­cially miss the car trips we’d make to Lon­don, Ontario (or even to the East Coast) to visit fam­ily … where I found myself the one who’d stay up with my Dad to keep him com­pany. To sing songs on the radio just to keep him awake.

And now, I feel lost. Like Mar­shall, I can no longer see what’s in front of me; no longer feel the urge to do the things I nor­mally like to do. Like knit or cro­chet. Or write.

But I know that this is nor­mal; that I’ll even­tu­ally be able to put one foot in front of the other and move on. And I guess that’s why I’m mak­ing the effort to do those activ­i­ties I’ve enjoyed in the past. The same ones that helped me work through the loss I’ve felt about Infertility.

For now though, I’m going to con­tinue with my grief for just a lit­tle longer. Well … truly, I’ll grieve for as long as it takes me to grieve. But the point is, I know what I need to get back to in order to return to some sense of normalcy.

And I know that’s what my Dad would have wanted.

Uhm … Hello.

Well, I think I’ve finally turned the cor­ner on this whole cold/​congestion thingy. I’m not as wiped out as I was before, and my taste buds are finally turn­ing back to normal.

Except now I think I may have passed it on to Hubby. Boo.

I’ve noth­ing excit­ing to talk about, other than it’s been over a month now that I’ve been unem­ployed. I’ve got a few inter­views set up for mid-​​June that look promis­ing. Plus I had a sec­ond inter­view for that other job I’m really inter­ested. So at this time, there’s noth­ing to do but apply for more jobs and wait.

Funky Shot from Woodward Avenue last summer

Funky Shot from Wood­ward Ave last summer

I’m in a lit­tle bit of a dry-​​spell cre­atively right now. I’m not sure if it has to do with the over­all funk I’ve been in lately, or if all the snot hasn’t cleared out of my brains yet. Either way, I’ve found noth­ing that has struck me inspi­ra­tionally (is that even a word?).

When I get in these moods, I find that I end up either a) want­ing to read a fluffy, no heavy-​​stuff type of book, b) mind­lessly knit­ting a project that I prob­a­bly will never end up fin­ish­ing, or c) watch­ing a lot of television.

This time around I’ve opted for “C.” At first it was because it was May “sweeps” with tons of sea­son finales; but now that it’s offi­cially June, I sup­pose I have no excuse.

One day was an entire day of watch­ing Amaz­ing Wed­ding Cakes. Another day was Cake Boss. (And it’s no won­der I’ve been crav­ing cake since then … )

I should add a dis­claimer here: Lest you be wor­ried about me doing noth­ing else but watch­ing TV, just know that I haven’t. In fact, most days the tele­vi­sion doesn’t get turned on until 6 pm or later. Give me a lit­tle credit here, peeps! Dur­ing the day, I am look­ing for employment!

Any­hoo … it seems of late, that there has been a run­ning theme in what I’ve been watch­ing. Or rather … themes , since one of those themes has to do with med­i­c­i­nal mar­i­juana and how to get “licensed” in grow­ing and sell­ing such a prod­uct. But that’s not the theme that seems to be most prominent.

Lately, every show I’ve watched has touched on the topic about being happy with the job or career that one or another TV char­ac­ter has cho­sen. In each case, every char­ac­ter had either talked about doing some­thing they’re more pas­sion­ate about or spoke to some­one else about how they pre­vi­ously had a job that didn’t sat­isfy them until they went into the career that they were in now.

I can’t help won­der if these TV shows are talk­ing directly to me. Or, in the unem­ploy­ment state that I’m in right now, I’m just more sen­si­tive towards that topic. Either way, it has me ques­tion­ing what I’d be hap­pi­est doing with my life; espe­cially since the prover­bial door is wide open right now.

One of my favorite Funky Shots

Except now there’s the worry of money. And health ben­e­fits. And food and shel­ter. And all the other neces­si­ties in life.

Oh, and let’s not for­get I have no idea what I’d be hap­pi­est doing in my life. Other than loung­ing on a beach in Hawaii.

Hmmph. When did I start to become so responsible?

In any case, I’m hop­ing that I snap out of this cre­ative funk soon. Maybe embrac­ing my inner geek at Word­Camp Chicago will help … well, it’ll help me jazz up my WordPress-​​powered blog, any­way. At least I hope it will.

What about you, peeps? What do you do when you get in a cre­ative funk? And more impor­tantly, what do you do to get out of a cre­ative funk?

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Facebook Me!

Any­body that knows me or has fol­lowed me knows that Emily loves her Facebook.

It’s a great way for me to keep in touch with those fam­ily and friends that live else­where in the world and it’s a great way to remain informed with everyone’s daily life.

I’ve also dis­cov­ered that it’s a great way to dis­sem­i­nate infor­ma­tion read­ily to those inter­ested masses.

While I pri­mar­ily use this blog to write about my life and all the sur­pris­ing twists and turns that life has pro­vided for me, I’ve started to use Face­book to pro­vide other use­ful infor­ma­tion regard­ing all aspects of infertility.

As most infer­tiles know, it’s often dif­fi­cult to dis­cuss the heartache and pain of infer­til­ity aloud to oth­ers; even to those that you may be extremely close to. That’s because infer­til­ity has his­tor­i­cally been a taboo subject.

Which brings me to the rea­son I started my Face­book Page.

My belief is that the more a per­son is informed about infer­til­ity, the more com­fort­able that this per­son will be about talk­ing and edu­cat­ing oth­ers about infertility.

My Face­book Page has been a way for me to post valu­able infor­ma­tion and other inter­est­ing blog posts about infer­til­ity in the hopes that every­one remains informed.

Please … if you’re on Face­book (and even if you’re not), I’d love you to come visit my page. And I encour­age you to start discussions.

Bullet The Blue Sky

It’s another warm and sunny day here in Chicago; been like this since last week. Not that I’m com­plain­ing … I’m just hop­ing the Blue Skies stay through the Memo­r­ial Day week­end. Espe­cially in Detroit.

Any­way, because I’m admit­tedly lazy today, I’ll have to do one of those bul­let updates as to what I’ve been up to. Because con­trary to pop­u­lar belief, I’ve been a bit occupied.

  • Applied for every Case Man­age­ment posi­tion avail­able in the Hos­pi­tal and Health Insur­ance set­tings in both Chicago and Detroit
  • Never received any phone calls from any com­pa­nies located  or based in Chicago
  • Received calls and set up a few inter­views with com­pa­nies located in Detroit
  • Inter­view­ing by phone today for the posi­tion which requires trav­el­ing (cross fin­gers, peeps!)
  • In the mean time, help­ing Hubby’s friend out with pop­u­lat­ing pages for WordPress-​​powered web­sites and get­ting paid to do this. Woo-​​hoo!
  • Some­how knew my blog­ging skills would get me some sort of work … :-)

Any­way, wish me luck on the inter­view I’ve got sched­uled for this after­noon. This is the one that I really would love to try out. It com­bines my clin­i­cal knowl­edge and my love of teaching/​training. And, if I should be so luck to get it, would allow me to live any­where as long as I’m close to a major air­port. So … once we have our house sold, Hubby & I can look at mov­ing fur­ther west!

I promise, more witty and inspir­ing posts at a later date.

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