Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.

My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.

Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The French

Today after a particularly long string of days spent away from my usual routine, I've been settling into "my" life again. It is calming to see life return to a place where I can get the feeling of "hectic." Last night, in conversation with a certain friend, I admitted however that I may be forcing myself again. It wasn't a conscious lapse that brought about this state, just a habit which tends to develop along the road of chronic pain. The recognition of its beginning, at an earlier point than would be typical, testifies to the fact that my body is not yet restored to its "normal" level of functionality.

In effort to find a new relaxation technique, I attempted french braiding my hair - something I've not been able to master in my 24 years of life...and quite a task with my curls! I've always marveled at others' ability for the craft of braiding and realized for the first time today I may not be without hope. I brushed out my hair, creating a frizzy mass of head-covering, and began. As I was blindly willing my hair in different directions, and twisting my fingers in ways I didn't know they could be twisted, I was sure I was going to fail yet again. Much to my surprise, though my arms tired before I could complete it, I managed a fairly even (but not yet straight) french braid down half of my head. I've heard that the only way to get improve on anything is practice, and since I know my sister always braids my hair when its wet, I plan to continue practicing, with my hair at different dampness levels, and see if I can improve on something I once thought impossible.

You might have thought that would be a good place to end this entry; as I would have another train of thoughts did not enter my mind shortly after completing my first successful french braid. The train went much as follows:

"The French have an awful lot of influence in our vocabulary. Let's see . . . french braid (that's plainly obvious...), french fries (I'm kinda sick to my stomach), french dressing, french bread, french manicures, french doors, french kissing which is shortened of course to "frenching" . . . hmmm. How are all these words uniquely "french" . . . that will take too much time to research, and right now I'm tired and looking forward to my bed. Maybe I could come up with a french-bed....that would be fun."

And that, I'm sure you understand, is the most logical way to end my day and of course, this post!

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