tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22481809.post-54378542103832821042008-08-18T20:26:00.003-05:002008-08-18T21:00:26.013-05:00<div><div>I swear I have not forsaken thee, dear reader(s?), but I've been a bit bizeee these past two weeks. Here's what I've been up to since we last spoke:</div><ul><li>Had my first mammogram (twas normal, thanks)</li><li>Interviewed for and was offered two jobs (more on that later)</li><li>Had my first head-between-the-knees-paperbag-needing hyperventilation episode (see above)</li><li>Spent my first night ever without Peach and Olive in the house</li><li>Went "out" twice in one week for the first time in 8+ years</li><li>Watched a shitload of Olympic swimming </li><li>Found evidence of "field mice" (NOT rats) in my flower bed</li><li>Sat inside my first ambulance (more on THAT later)</li><li>Got my first stitches (ditto)</li><li>And my first crutches (oy)</li></ul><p>I know. Glamorous, right? Well, at least <a href="http://www.hollowsquirrel.com/">Mrs. Squirrel</a> thinks so, as she awarded me some <a href="http://www.mammadawg.com/2008/08/kick-ass-blogger-award.html">Order of Blogging KickAssery</a> trophy or something. See:</p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m407/mammadawg/Award_200px.jpg" border="0" /></div>La Turistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14761009337001229819noreply@blogger.com3