Or is it y'all?
Some of you might watch Dancing with the Stars...it is a cute little bit of nonsense on ABC a few times a week. It is a Pro-Am dance contest, with really good looking professional dancers and E-list celebrities.
One of the professional dancers is an adorable young gal named Julianna Hough. She has, bless her tiny little blond heart, had a run-in with endometriosis and has had a hell of a time with painful periods and the like. For all accounts, this pain has almost sidelined her on several occasions, but she has enough Texas in her to keep up the good work until the race has been run. ("Texas", for me, sums up a few euphemisms like "suck it up, buttercup" and "cowboy up" and so forth.)
At any rate, the adorable Miss Houghs has quite a resume built up around her singing and dancing abilities. I happened to catch a glimpse of her story on an E(Entertainment NEWS!) special on Celebrity ailments. She discussed her endometriosis at length, explaining how abnormal tissue forms along organs in the abdomen, affecting women of "childbearing years".
Now, I take nothing away from the adorable little Southern gal with amazing legs and a cheerful smile. I applaud her ability to raise awareness for what some would call a "lady disease" and write off as unavoidable. The thing that caught my ear was a snippet of her interview where she discussed her ability to have a family in the future.
Sometimes, she explained, endometriosis signals a future fertility issue. Yucky. She, by grace, has no reason to believe that she will have a problem having a family in the future. (Every red-blooded American male just wheezed a sigh of thanksgiving...) This lovely little Southern gal counts her blessings, saying "I don't care about the dancing, the singing...I still get to have a family, and that is what is important."
Blank Stare, Eyebrow Raise.
Oh? Are you sure? I've been barfed on, screamed at, defied, mocked and ignored today. Someone went along behind me and dug up all the flowers I'd planted. The Stupid Dog killed a bumblebee and barked at me until I came over to identify the remains. (I was so grateful that it wasn't a baby bird or a bunny that I cheerfully granted him permission to eat it.)
So, tiny little blond dancer, be veeerrrry careful what you wish for. You might want to hold on to your singing and dancing career long enough to be able to afford a nanny, lest you end up drinking a bottle of champagne for lunch to drown out the sound of screeching children who just want to help make a peanut butter sandwich.
7 comments:
Hahahah!! I had a bottle of champagne at lunch. JK! I love it.
Did little Ms. Maeve dig up the flowers you planted? Send her to my house and I will 'pretend' to plant weeds she can then dig up for me.
Ya'll and y'all are both acceptable. But it seems to me it should be y'all (as i tell my kids when you take out part a word, smush it with another, you replace the letters you removed with an ') I know all that is beside the point. Just try to keep your sense of humor and think: legacy. Oh, and my favorite quote penned by Trace Atkins "You're gonna miss this". One more thing: some day pretty blonde girl will not be quite so pretty... You'll always be Maeve and Ailish's favorite mom ;)
Very Funny. You know the grass is always greener...You always want what you don't have...Children are a blessing from God. Have YOU thrown up yet, I have more pithy sayings I could throw at you.
Oftentimes, endometriosis is caused by an estrogen dominance in the female menstrual cycle. A disconnect in the feedback loop between the anterior pituitary gland and the ovaries causes the maturing follicles (which produce estrogen) to fail to signal the pituitary to produce LH to cause rupture of the follicle (ovulation) and the progesterone dominance of the leuteal phase of the menstrual cycle.
The increased levels of estrogen cause a continuation of the proliferative phase of the uterine lining.
Other symptoms of estrogen dominance are pre-menstrual syndrome, polycystic ovaries and ultimately fertility problems. Causes are typically birth control pills and xenoestrogens found in the plastic shit we surround ourselves with.
Fortunately there are natural treatments available.
Once you HAVE children, that's another story...
Sis, u writings never cease to amaze me. Somehow someway I always get a chuckle, whether it is at your expense, mine, or all of the above....thank you.
When I bring my small tribe, no maddie, I will make sure I encourage the girls, Ailish too, to all the bad things in the world and you and I can just sit back and drink our hearts out! We will be so drunk happy that I am sure they will look like the tiny angels they aren't, despite what my brother says about mine....he does have her snowed!
Me
I'm catching up. "Ya'll" makes my heat hurt, ergo it is never acceptable. "Y'all"? Ahhhhhh.
Oh, and how is it word verification when "exiestic" isn't a word? Though it really should be.
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