The return of The Shame Squad!

So you've noticed that there haven't been many Shame Squad or Facebook status updates for the last few months. And why is that?

Insanity Wolf and I have been busy.

As a Neighborhood HR Lady, I'm keenly aware that not all information belongs on social media. Some of you have been kind enough to check in and make sure I'm okay. I know others of you wanted to ask, but didn't want to pry. I appreciate both approaches. And if you've called, written, texted, etc. and I've been slow or non-responsive, I'm sorry. I assure you I wasn't being flaky on purpose.

My life model since April.

I'm a big believer that you can endure anything, as long as it is temporary. It's a strategy I've used many times in my life, and if you think about it, I'm sure you have too. The problem, though, is when you're telling yourself something is temporary, and it's not all that temporary. Put another way, Winston Churchill famously said "when you're going through hell, keep going." But what if all you're doing is going through hell only to arrive at another hell?

WHAT THEN, WINSTON?!

What happens that even if your brain is still committed to the idea that "this is temporary!" eventually your body catches on to the fact that "no, it isn't!" So your body stops doing bodily things, like processing food, or regulating your blood pressure, or breathing, in an attempt to get you to sit the hell down. And as you're careening towards kidney failure, you brain finally decides that "hey, maybe we should deal with this not-so-temporary situation after all."

"Oh, my. That does not sound good at all."

So what was this non-temporary thing? We're not gonna go in to that here, because in the wise words of Beyonce, "you know I'm not gonna dis you on the internet, 'cause my momma taught me better than that."

Preach it, B!

But I think we're turning a corner, and should be back to our regularly scheduled Kate Middleton-Beyonce-hilariousness soon. Speaking of K-Middy, here's my favorite pregnancy outfit she's worn:

I love that she just had a regular coat taken out a little.
And I'm a sucker for her tartan scarf, which you can buy here for the low, low price of 250 British pounds, which is around $400.

And my least favorite pregnancy outfit:

Cruella DeVille called and she wants this back.

In the interim, I owe some serious thanks to a lot of people, not the least of whom are my coworkers and former coworkers turned friends:

I'd label you, but you're ALL Batman and Wonder Woman to me.

My family was awesome, even though I question their choice in hats:

My church ladies talked to Little Baby Jesus a TON on my behalf:

And my old school friends were fabulous:

I helped Alyssa through a totally sucktacular time, and all I got was this t-shirt.

The person that this sucked equally for was Chris. Because as horrifying as it is to lie in bed while your body starts dissolving itself in acid, it sucks more for the person that has to watch and can't do anything about it. At first it was like this: