tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61842913889560904922024-02-21T23:33:12.056-08:00Blog Behind The BlogMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253518897502046799noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184291388956090492.post-24115499869639059972009-05-04T12:42:00.000-07:002009-05-07T17:18:33.400-07:00Behind The Response to My Big A Story1 ) I mean atheist. The big A story, though, is about another A word.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div>2) The bastard deserved it. He didn't buy me a birthday present even after our children begged him to take them to the mall to pick out something from them. That's right. Begged him repeatedly. Not even cake or a card. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And I did natural childbirth, people. 3X. And extended breastfeeding</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A total of 48 months.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I started drinking and bloghopping that night. Alone. Yes, a bad sign, I know. Then friends showed up unexpectedly--Couple and then Third Friend Mostly Spouse's. And then Spouse came home. </div><div><br /></div><div>We all drank together and soon I was crying into my <a href="http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/287/1093/">Two-Hearted Ale</a>. Literally. I felt like a complete idiot spewing our lack of a two-hearted marriage and worried the next day that our friends wouldn't be around us any longer.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the next day, we were invited over to the couples' house for dinner. Wife gave me a wonderful plant. Husband burned me a Flogging Molly CD. When I returned home, I found that Third Friend Mostly Spouse's had left a book for me called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Emptiness Dancing</span></span> by Adyashanti. (I may be godless, but I'm not without spirit).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3)</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWikaHx37hi-KE37Ew0mKazpjKrUTQrVuuYhFpWTFkhr4MhN2dIBBNoMU8zv0agNeHt_T6bREAI0E177GgMKLr5PxNl_smBjWMcuGAkLdHhGT8VWy2GmCjKLWh4lyWvu74YLw0z5Gbmo/s1600-h/hillary_clinton_boobs_bill_cleavage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWikaHx37hi-KE37Ew0mKazpjKrUTQrVuuYhFpWTFkhr4MhN2dIBBNoMU8zv0agNeHt_T6bREAI0E177GgMKLr5PxNl_smBjWMcuGAkLdHhGT8VWy2GmCjKLWh4lyWvu74YLw0z5Gbmo/s400/hillary_clinton_boobs_bill_cleavage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332076987300837538" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">two years of breastfeeding </span>you didn't think I'd show my cleavage, did you? That would take a <a href="http://megsmisc.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Bl</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">og Behind The Blog Behind The Blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">.</span></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253518897502046799noreply@blogger.com7