Blogger Body: Inside the Padded Room

I asked my lovely friend and fictitious big sister to guest post for my week at Blogger Body Calendar.

And she really brought it.

This story hits me hard. Please go read and show her some love.

I'm a calendar girl

You got to read my Blogger Body Calendar post, now it gets even better.

My calendar girl interview is up today.

Go check it out yo!

Are you guys just frothing to see the calendar yet?

Hiatus

So after a lot of deliberating, I've decided to take a small hiatus from blogging.

It's just I'm at this weird point where I kind of hate the blog even though I love it so much.

But I resent the effect it has on me sometimes, how my self-expression can turn on me. When you let people so deeply in, they're bound to have opinions on things you're sensitive about. It's hard to take sometimes. It's a risk every blogger takes, but I'm too tired to brush it off right now. And the community and interaction is the best part of blogging. So maybe I just need to step back and figure out why I'm feeling this way.

Plus, I'm resentful of the time it sucks out of me. Which is hard! But I suck lately. I never respond to comments anymore and I hardly even get to other blogs, which makes me crazy.

I love writing and I love this blog, but if I don't take a break and get some perspective, I'm in danger of quitting it completely.

So I just need some clarity. Some time to step back and see what I need to change so that I can hang onto this space that I've worked so hard to create.

It won't be a long hiatus, maybe a couple of weeks. And I'll still link the posts for Blogger Body Calendar this week and my Sprocket Ink articles. And I may even share a photo or two that I love.

I know that I risk losing readership by doing this, but I'm hoping that you all stick it out anyway. Thanks for understanding.

Miss July for the win!

You may have heard that I get to be in the Blogger Body Calendar! Awyeah!

Plus? I'm Miss July. Awesome month. Double Awyeah!

Anyway, today my post is up over there. Please go read. It's emotional feely and shit.

Check back Wednesday for my interview and Friday for the bestest guest post from one of my good friends. 

Song Sunday: Snails

I love The Format. You should too. This song is four minutes of pure happiness.

'Nough said. Enjoy!

This Week at Sprocket Ink

This week at Sprocket Ink, I took on some doozies, lemmetellya.

This week, go read:

Sarah Palin, Meet Paul Revere
Sarah Palin clearly ditched fourth grade. And I pick on her for it. Nyah Nyah.

Psychic Says It, So It Must Be So
A Psychic reported a mass grave of 30 bodies in Texas. Police fall all over themselves hoping it's true.

Thanks for reading! If you leave comments over there, I promise to be your best friend!

The Saga of Jeté: Chapter 8

I've been in an extraordinarily bad mood the last two days. Have been in a spectacular funk. Stressed about every tiny thing, despite Hot Pants, who always puts me in an excellent mood. And I wasn't even going to write a post for today, was going to give myself the night off. But I finally realized what's making me all stressy and decided to write about it.

Jeté. My furbaby is getting near the end. And it's breaking my heart.

Her tumor is absolutely huge. She's my little Quasimodo. And I know she's got to be incredibly uncomfortable. Her skin is all dry now and I've been putting vaseline on her, which she hates.

I've yet to unpack all my boxes of books, so they're stacked up by my bedroom window. Well, she's created a little perch up there for herself where she can curl up and look out the window all day and night. She never comes down except to maybe get some water (but I know she's a little dehydrated) and I have to pick her up and take her to food.

She just sleeps all day, except when Hot Pants comes over, because she loooooves him. She climbs down and demands a cuddle. But the rest of the time, she doesn't move.

So I know she must not have much time left. I'm at that awful place where I have to decide when to let her go and I was supposed to have made end of life plans a long time ago so that I wouldn't have to worry about what to do when the time came. But I just couldn't bring myself to. So every day I put it off. Let the many stresses and business of my life take over instead.

Yet I have to do it. I have it. I can't let her suffer. But I don't know if I can let her go.

And my friends and I are going out of town this weekend and I realized that I'm super scared to leave her all alone. Who will make her eat or drink? What if she dies while I'm gone and I couldn't say goodbye? And I don't want her to have to die alone either.

I knew this was coming, but I just wasn't prepared for it. Plus holding it together just plain sucks.