I guess I've taken a bit of a bloggy break, without granting you the common courtesy of any kind of warning or notification. Not that I imagine it's had a gigantic impact on your lives or anything, just that many other more courteous bloggin' sisters took bloggy breaks only AFTER providing fair warning.
See, the thing is, I thought I could do it all. I always do!
I had a list of to-dos down to my ankles for this holiday season and I was determined I could get them all done to my own impossible-to-attain satisfaction, and all with a great deal of holiday joy and festivity in my heart. Thing is, I knew I'd be forty, because that's a non-negotiable, I just didn't know I'd be forty and pregnant.
For the past couple of weeks, in juggling my huge list, my family, and the seriously shockingly unfun side-effects of my nemesis (apparently), HcG, I haven't felt much like FriedOkra, to be honest. I've felt like ... um ... Fried, er ... Brussel sprouts? Fried Lima Beans? Fried Porcupine Fritters? Something not nearly as crispy, tasty and fantastically unique as fried okra, anyway. And not fried as in breaded in a delicious Southern batter and cooked to golden perfection in a vat of hot, sizzlin' fat, and then sprinkled with salt and pepper, either. Fried as in stuck-my-finger-in-a-light-socket-while-my-hair-was-wet-and-I-was-wearing-aluminum-foil-slippers fried. ZAP, SIZZLE, STINK.
I miss y'all. Heap big.
If you're a somewhat new reader who hasn't pillaged the archives for some historical FriedOkra fun, check out a few of my favorite posts from 2007.
Skin - A funny thing happened at church that made me stop and look at what it really is to be an interracial family.
The Real Reason She Never Landed Jethro - Just another of the skillion quick, hilarious things Al has said to make me snort something out my nose.
But This Does NOT Mean I Won't Someday Host My Own Talkshow - A wise Southern woman knows that BIGGER doesn't always mean BETTER.
Public Pool Enemies #1 and um... #2 - Probably nothing much funnier or grosser than this will ever happen in my lifetime again. I certainly hope not.
Another Tale of H2Woe - Whoops, I may have spoken too soon.
My Congenital Inelegance - You see, I haven't always been the picture of Southern grace and elegance! (Snort.)
Talk to y'all again soon!