Delurking, Pimping, Oversexed and a World without Sephora.

First, courtesy of the brilliantly funny and ravishingly beautiful Statia*, let me remind you that it's delurking week.

If you come by often (or if this is even your first time) feel free to stop by in the comments and say hi. Tell me about yourself. What to say, you may ask. Who cares. Tell me what you like, what irritates you... prattle on about what you had for breakfast if there's nothing else to say. Or just say "hi."

I remember when I was first blogging that it was so wonderful when I would get the odd comment. It was a giant relief to know that someone "got it" or at least was taking time to read. I promise, I don't bite... well, not very hard, unless you're into that kind of thing.

*Ahem, where was I* oh. right.

Next item on the agenda: Pimping. If you've got a blog (and even if I know about it, please pimp yourself out in the comments). There are a lot of relative newcomers that I am just now getting to know, and I love to support as many people as I can. So your blog's not about infertility? Believe it or not, I do have interests other than trying to get knocked up. And, I am actually going to try to update my blogroll aside from just the link to the giant blogroll. I know, I know... the four horsemen can't be too far behind right?

And feel free to place your pin on the guestmap. Link is to the right.

Ahh, that brings me now to the delicate topic of ... oversexed. I am now officially tired of sex, which is sad. Michael's quite uh, adept at meeting my needs, but this every day sometimes mutliple times a day business this week has left me tired of the entire process. Exhausted even - and slightly chafed and bowlegged. This was fine and dandy when we were dating or even the first year we were married - but we've been together too long for it now and I have to say that this morning was while, um, fulfilling there were undercurrents of bitterness on both of our parts. Again? Do we have to? He told me that if I was expecting it anymore this week I'd better come home with an Rx from the RE.

*Now about Statia.

Aside from being sickeningly beautiful and sweet, and quite funny - she's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet (except that I haven't exactly, but anyway... trust me on this). We were chatting a few weeks ago and I was bitching that I had just dropped my compact and my pressed powder had shattered into well, powder and dusted my entryway with what looked like anthrax (yeah, I'm that ghostly white). The only place I've been able to find a powder that doesn't irritate my skin or make me look like a geisha is at Sephora, which I don't have access to anymore because I LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WILDERNESS FAR FAR FROM CIVILIZATION (or at least from Sephora). The particular shade I have is of course discontinued, or "temporarily out of stock" as they like to cheekily say online. I was beyond delighted when a week later I opened my mail to find a package from her and inside the bubblewrap I found a brand new compact. She had to go to three Sephoras to find one...

She's a gem. An absolute gem.