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So yesterday in the city, we were talking about how our husbands had no appreciation of ballet in general, and The Nutcracker specifically, and I mentioned that there's an hilarious send up of The Nutcracker called The Hard Nut (actually I think I called it the cracked nut, but whatever).

It's a Mark Morris ballet, and there's a review of it at CultureVulture that really says more than I ever could.

Two main points:
It's both a parody and an homage of the classic ballet.
There are men in tutus, who dance on pointe.

Enjoy!

So, apparently, when you haven't posted to a blog in a while, and there's an RSS feed from it, into LJ, and then you post again, it goes back and grabs the weekly archives for the last month or so.

Sorry about the spam.
Not intentional.
Or controllable.

So, and I were chatting in the office, about creating a book blog, and then I realized that phpbb is really easy to install, and free, and such, so hey, we did that.

Come talk about books, movies, music, etc.

Electric Tangerine

That Christmas Queasy Feeling

Many people who've been reading my blog, or my OD or LJ posts, know I've been complaining about the following symptoms since the last week of November:

queasiness, esp. first thing in the morning & last at night
bouts of dizzyness and lightheadedness
unusual tiredness
a sudden inability to tolerate COFFEE or dairy
feeling mildly crampy

What I've only shared with a few folks, is that I'm also late in that distinctly female sense of the word. And I'm not talking a few days. I'm talking, my last visit from that little friend was 10/23.

So, considering the symptoms listed above, and other stuff, which I'm not listing here, our thought was, “Well, maybe I'm pregnant.” So we did tests. Three stick tests over the time period from 12/02 – 12/08 were all negative. I forced Kaiser into giving me an appoinment with my ob/gyn (an adorable old Egyptian guy who made sure all the instruments were warm, and chatted about gardening to put me at ease), and the results of that were “you look perfectly healthy”.

He gave me three choices:
1) Take progesterone to induce that montly visitor
2) Do nothing
3) Wait & see

We did the blood test. It, too was negative.
So for the moment we're back to “wait and see” and I'm trying to book an appointment with my GP because I just…I feel like there's SOMETHING going on. I mean, I live in my body every day, I know when things feel different.

In the meantime, that blood test was a week ago, and still no change in anything.

So, why am I sharing this complete lack of news? Because I need to feel like I'm not crazy, I guess. (Yeah, blatant sympathy plea), and because I've been so distracted, distant, and flakey lately, that I wanted to make just one explanation about WHY.

So, back to your normal days now.
Thanks for listening.

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I'm working on a new project. I bought this book called A Christmas Conversation Piece – it's a book of holiday-related conversation prompts, and starting sometime today, I'll be posting them, and using them as essay fodder. Anyone who wants to play along with me, is welcome, indeed ENCOURAGED to do so. Link will be posted later.

This paragraph cross-posted to Uber-Caffeinated

I'm trying to convince Fuzzy that I NEED the Hogwarts Express train set to put around our Christmas tree.

Wish me luck.

Okay, so it's not a windmill, but when you're five feet tall a seven-foot plastic Christmas tree can be just as daunting as one of Cervantes' evil wind-machines.

Translation: I feel yucky, so I'm going to slay the yuckiness by putting the ornaments on the tree, now that I've lived with it, just lit, for almost a week.

I had thought to invite folks over for help, but it's such a full week next week and I've been so tired/queasy/strange-feeling, that I just want a weekend of quiet and reflection.

I hope everyone else's weekend goes well.

(P.S. Hey, , I've joined your mood posse for this one. But I still think “prickly” should be one of their options.)