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I decided to take my hiatus at precisely the same time I was tagged (she used “awarded” to make me think I was special or something). I swear, it was purely coincidental.

Two reasons I am doing this now:

  1. Jess is my alter-ego: sexy, strong, and has a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, and I want her to like me.
  2. The badge!


I’m now supposed to list 5 Addictions. The award does come with strings attached, dammit.

  1. Chocolate
  2. Blogging
  3. The sound of XBoy’s laughter
  4. The smell of ZGirl after a bath
  5. Sleep

There are some other rules as well, but seriously, it’s a meme. Whatchya going to do? Call the blogging police and take away my birthday? Pfft.



This meme was brought to you via Rebel at Diary of an Infertile Mad Woman. She actually tagged ZGirl so I created two sets of responses.

First, here’s the meme as it applies to me:

  1. Where is your cell phone? Purse
  2. Where is your significant other? Booth
  3. Your hair color? Orange
  4. Your mother? Disenchanted
  5. Your father? Stubborn
  6. Your favorite thing? Sleep
  7. Your dream last night? Forgettable
  8. Your goal? #6
  9. The room you’re in? Small
  10. Your hobby? Blog
  11. Your fear? Kidnappers
  12. Where do you want to be in six years? Alive
  13. Where were you last night? #6
  14. What you’re not? Enigmatic
  15. One of your wish-list items? #6
  16. Where you grew up? Farm
  17. The last thing you did? Type
  18. What are you wearing? Clothes
  19. Your TV? Flat
  20. Your pet? Dead
  21. Your computer? Dying
  22. Your mood? Moody
  23. Missing someone? Children
  24. Your car? Toyota
  25. Something you’re not wearing? Underwires
  26. Favorite store? Etsy
  27. Your summer? Gone
  28. Love someone? Unconditionally
  29. Your favorite color? Red
  30. When is the last time you laughed? 7:55am
  31. Last time you cried? 9:45pm

And now as it applies to ZGirl:

  1. Where is your cell phone? None
  2. Where is your significant other? School
  3. Your hair color? Blonde
  4. Your mother? Warm
  5. Your father? Adored
  6. Your favorite thing? Boobs
  7. Your dream last night? Boobs
  8. Your goal? Boobs
  9. The room you’re in? Yellow
  10. Your hobby? Smiling
  11. Your fear? Men
  12. Where do you want to be in six years? Kindergarten
  13. Where were you last night? Crib
  14. What you’re not? Rolling
  15. One of your wish-list items? Teeth
  16. Where you grew up? Uterus
  17. The last thing you did? Poop
  18. What are you wearing? Diaper
  19. Your TV? Ignored
  20. Your pet? Computerized
  21. Your computer? Future
  22. Your mood? Happy
  23. Missing someone? Mommy
  24. Your car? Electric
  25. Something you’re not wearing? Panties
  26. Favorite store? Mendards
  27. Your summer? Birthday
  28. Love someone? Unconditionally
  29. Your favorite color? Black
  30. When is the last time you laughed? 11:41am
  31. Last time you cried? 9:45pm

The rules to this meme appear to be simple: tag a blogger that you love via the above button. Said blogger then must answer these questions with ONE word each only. I can’t explain why 31 questions and not just 30, nor the number tagged, which is seven, and it’ll be the last seven commenters.

I’m just following the rules, people.

Beagle at Cat’s in the Cradle (pwp)

MsPrufrock at Barren Albion

Eva at Antropologa

Artblog at Healing Arts

Portlairge at Fertility Schmertility

Cat at Cat is Here

Catherine at Everything’s Under Control

See? If you want to be tagged, it pays to comment. However, if you don’t like meme? Well, then, you’re already screwed.


Last night as I lay in bed, I was running through my head different ideas for a blog post. Should I finally update about XBoy?  Nah. Not in the mood to deal with that right now. How about more ZGirl?  Lord, no. You must be sick of hearing about my boobs. Oooh, here’s one: I mentioned wearing tights yesterday in a tweet and it garnered a couple of funny responses, I’ll talk about my fashionista tendencies! I’ll need pictures for proof!  Oh, wait. Need to scan said pictures, especially the one where I’m wearing torquoise cords and a ruffle blouse *rowrr*…I am the original Ugly Betty, but alas, no time.

Since I now feel compelled to post something, I give you memes! All hail the meme’s ability to send readers unto the next post in their feeds reader! Oh, c’mon. It’s Friday. Chill out and finish reading. You might learn something potentially interesting, or not, about me.

This was from Jess at Days Go By who tagged me with a picture meme.

Go to your sixth picture folder

Select the sixth picture

Tell the story behind the picture

And here’s what I found:


It’s a candid shot from one of my errant relatives of our wedding photography session in the church. I never thought the bridesmaids’ dresses were hideous before, but my god! Well, it was almost 12 years ago. Not sure what many of them are looking at.

(L-R) groomsman 1 is a professional pyrotechnic; groomsman 2 is divorced and has custody of his only child, a daughter; groomsman 3 (best man) is the father of Mr. DD’s godson; groomsman 4 is now a meth addict and recently was released from prison for offense #2 (a goddamn shame as he could have had it all – really).

(L-R) Bridesmaid 1 is Mr. DD’s niece from SC; bridesmaid 2 is my sister (matron of honor); bridesmaid 3 use to be my best friend; bridesmaid 4 was also a good friend. I haven’t talked to either in ages and ages. My niece is the flower girl and her dress was made with just a unitard and tulle skirt trimmed in satin. She just graduated high school and is living in Germany. The ring bearer is my nephew, who now attends college in Iowa.

Sometimes I think about digging out my wedding dress from the plastic bin I threw it in just to see if it still fits or not. I’m betting “not”. Yes, I did say plastic bin. Don’t care.

And this post, which started as a simple response to a tag, has somehow mushroomed into a big polyester-satin-ey mess. I’ll get to the other meme I was tagged for next week as a continuation of my avoidance of all that is crazy and serious and fucked up in my life.

Also, instead of saying, “whoever wants to do this…” for a tag, I’m actually going to call six of you out:

Helen from Everyday Stranger

Jess from Life As I Knew It

Karrie from Mom Voyage

Steph from Lawyer Mama

Dawn form Clumsy Cajun

Carole from (another) New Kid on the Block

You have all been selected based on how you appeared on my Contacts from Flickr. No, it’s not part of the meme, but I thought it was fitting.


I was tagged a bit ago by Shelli from BagMamma to complete the six-word meme that was apparently inspired by the book, “Not What I Was Planning“, which in turn was inspired by Hemingway’s proported statement: “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn” (an infertility blog title if ever there was one that would never require a single post).

I’ve thought quite a bit about this, and while I worked and reworked in my head several phrases that might surmise my life to this point, one word in particular kept making a return like some kind of boomerang of phonemes. That word?


But I don’t mean “extraordinary” in the typical sense, as in “the sunsets over the Grand Canyon are extraordinary!” Instead, I see the word in my mind broken down into its two subparts: extra and ordinary.

Let me put this another way: if I was to say that something was extra dull, it just means that it is more dull, not that it’s more exciting. Extra Ordinary is just that when I refer to my life up until this point. The Extra comes into play when you look at one definition of extraordinary: beyond what is ordinary or usual.

My life stopped being ordinary November 2004 when I had the first of my four miscarriages. While one miscarriage is typically dismissed by friends, family and even medical professionals as not uncommon, it still changed my life forever. It was my gateway into Infertility; into my life made Extraordinary.

In this sense, who of us is truly ordinary? In attempts to get add to a family, it doesn’t matter whether you went as basic as OPKs and temping for several months or you traveled the globe for the sixth time for a donor egg transfer, you have become EXTRAordinary.

In some ways I do wish that my life had remained ordinary, holed up in this town in Nebraska living my life with a six and a three year old, and not carrying a chip on my shoulder. On the other hand, there is something so profound and far-reaching about the blogging community, both literally and figuratively, that I can’t imagine that it should have been any other way.

I guess my six-word story for me would be, “Finding peace in the extra ordinary.”

no. 610 – Shower Me With Memes

Could there possibly be anything better than participating in a baby shower that doesn’t require you to do any shopping or go to a party where they play games involving diapers and eating too much cake? OK. Wait, I’ll take the cake part.

That’s why I love Boulder’s idea for Akeeyu’s shower. Please go see Boulder for more information on how you can help Akeeyu and her new baby girls, Millbarge and Fitz-Hume.


I was tagged ages ago by the lovely Summer from Worrier/Warrior and I owe her my response. Make sure you stop by her place over the next few weeks as she gets ready for her first donor-egg cycle.

The Rules:
1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

  1. Done.
  2. Done.
  3. a. I hate the smell of air-fresheners in bathrooms. The room just ends up smelling like poop-covered lemons.

b. I’ve noticed that when I drink my mocha in the morning that I touch my finger over the mouth-hole (or whatever it’s called) before I take a drink. I think it’s to make sure I’m putting my mouth in the right place so I don’t spill coffee all over me because I’m too "busy" to just look.

c. I have toe hair. I’ve tried plucking. I did it once. If you want to know what it feels like, use a tweezer and pluck your nose hair. One at a time.

d. I really, really miss ballroom dancing. If I lived closer to The Metro, I know I would sign up for lessons.

e. I wish I was a little girl again with the ability to not recognize how cold snow is; how hot it gets here in the summer; and to think mud was a badge of honor.

f. When I’m driving, the saying, "Lead, Follow, or Get The Fuck Out of My Way" is my mantra.

4.  Tagging Cat, Shlomit, and "S".

5.  Yeah. They’ll know…


Remember how my comments from Typepad weren’t coming to my Yahoo email? I submitted a help ticket to Typepad. They said it was Yahoo’s problem. Submitted a help ticket to Yahoo. They said it was Typepad’s problem. It’s like dealing with two 5 year olds… So I now have my comments going to a gmail account. Double check your spam as my responses to your comments may go there since it’s new. Look for ddattko at gmail dot com.

Personally, I like gmail better than yahoo.

no. 603 – “I Love My Computer Because My Friends Live In It”


Today I am happy. I’ve noticed that little by little I’m sloughing off some of the fear and depression. Today I am able to look at my calendar and notice that it’s been 16 weeks since our donor’s egg retrieval. And each day was made just a little easier, a little brighter, by those of you who have tolerated my incessant whining, which I promise won’t stop, and even indulged my comment-whoring.

I don’t believe I would have made it here without you. I’m sure I would have given up ages ago.

Suz from Within the Woods recently passed her Best Blogging Buddies Award unto me, which is such an honor as she was (and still is) my inspiration. Now while I understand I need to pass this on, to pick just a handful seems so incredible restrictive. What makes the "Best"? Best comments? Best email exchanges? Best because they’ve been with me for over two years?

On the other hand, does it matter? How about because these people consistently rock my world?

Many of you may not even recognize some of these blog names. Most of them are "Old School" bloggers who have been doing their thing before I even read my first blog two and half years ago, but they accepted my lame attempts at getting their attention and have, overall, given me the best blogging experiences I’ve had – which is the ability to laugh when I least expected it or when I least wanted to.

Thanks, ladies.

no. 584 – A Meme to Appeal to the Closet Rocker in All of Us

I don’t know if this meme has an official name so I’m going to call it the Album Cover Meme. I’m a sucker for these things. Plus since Niobe did it, it’s got to be cool, right?

FIRST, click this link to get the name of your band.

SECOND, click this link and use the last four words of the quote to get the title of your album.

THIRD, click this link and the third picture is your album cover.

This was my first result. Subsequent clicks produced some pretty cool results as well, but I’m going to stay true to the meme (’cause I’m sure there’s meme police out there somewhere).

Terry_kath (A tip from me to you: if you want to do publish the links on your blog for the meme, be careful to select the link you are to go to, not the link you would end up on or else everyone’s cover will look the same.)

(Raise your hand if I just confused the crap out of you.)

(Too bad. In the words of one of my dear friends, PiquantMolly, "Deal with it.")

(The search is still on for this woman. Please be vigilant as she may also have a driver’s license.)