Skeev Factor is Pretty High

So I had surgery on Thursday and I just removed the bandage covering my belly button. I see virtually no trace of any incision or anything, but I know in my own mind that they went in through my bellybutton and am therefore really skeeved out.

And the surgery went well. I'm just as unhealthy as anticipated, so I don't feel any tremendous surprise or disappointment. Just means that now we have one less thing to deal with before we can possibly have a kid. And hopefully I won't have to have another surgery that boasts "crushing pressure with stabby pain" every time my very funny husband cracks me up during the healing process.

For many reasons I'm sure, conception and fertility are not really "hot" topics among my friends. It's something that's really only talked about with my friends who already have kids or who I know for certain are actively trying. I mean, fertility is something that we all take for granted on some level. I (we) spend many years trying to prevent conception. And I think a lot of women on some level have anxiety that they have screwed up their chances to conceive because of the
A. number of partners prior to currrent partner
B. large amounts of booze/drugs consumed
C. years of birth control taken
D. all of the above

Let me just say, what happens happens. May as well put it out there; doesn't hurt anyway. What I'd like more than anything right at this moment is to see that hilarious Kids In The Hall skit where the 2 rednecks compete over who has the best gut by measuring naval depth. Ah, naval depth.

Big Love for Big Love

It's official: Last week my excited anticipation for Big Love surpassed that of the Sopranos. If you haven't yet watched this show, go back with your On Demand and catch up. First episode: good, I was intrigued, but not sold. Second episode: Very good, definitely intended to watch the next episode. Third episode: Completely hooked! Each character leaves me wanting more. Bill is compassionate and funny, Nikki is manipulative and awesome, Margene is young and searching. And Harry Dean Stanton is just the best bad guy ever.

Big Rock Candy Mountain

Last weekend I tried to write up this entry and the computer just flat out died while I was writing (before I had saved). Boo.

I was having a conversation the other day with a friend of mine about rock and roll crushes we had had in our lives. I mean our mothers had Elvis and The Beatles. And our grandmothers had.....who the heck did our grandmothers have? I need to ask my grandma who she had a crush on. I wonder if it's going to be like Hank Williams or something? I doubt it because she doesn't really like scrawny men. Anyway....

Big Rock Crushes:

John Doe of X: Oh boy. My senior year of high school, there was nothing cooler than John Doe and Exene Cervenka. Actually still isn't to me.

Bill Swan of Beulah: I love this picture. Not only is he dreamy as usual, Youthlarge herself is the lovely lass belting something out beside him. And courtesy of YL and Mary Larry I actually got to meet him the night of their last ever show, held at Castle Clinton. Later in a bar I got introduced to him by Mary. It went like this:

Him: Nice to meet you.
Me: Daaar. tee hee.
My Husband: We're going.

Bob Pollard of GBV: I don't know that I have any good explanation for this. Cause I'm from Ohio? I dunno.

Dave Grohl: Maybe someday liking him will peg you as a "woman of a certain age". Unless I'm way off and it already does.

Please God, Don't Let This Be a Mirage

So a while back I found my "dream job" and sent off the most ass-kicking letter and resume of all time. Time came and went that I was supposed to hear from them and nothing. Then I find out that they'd rec'd over a thousand (!) applicants and I was pretty blue. So Wednesday I get an e-mail saying that they've narrowed it down and can I attend a group interview, followed by a mini interview. But of course! Turns out there are actually 16 positions, as they turn over that entire portion of the staff annually. I attended yesterday and I must say, it went very well and I'm more excited than before at the prospect of the job. So out of fear of jinxing it, I'm going to hold my breath and cross my fingers. If nothing else, I feel pretty good that I made it into the first round. I'm supposed to find out by the end of the month.