Apparently It Is Legal for A Grown Man To Marry A Horse In Costa Rica

It's Friday blogstalkers and you know what that means.  Yep, it's time to drink champagne and dance on the table.

First though I have to go meet my personal trainer to "discuss my fitness goals."  So that's sort of putting me in a bad mood.  Since I'm already feeling kind of stabby and pinchy (sorry Ryan) I thought it would be the perfect time to post an angry limerick I wrote months ago.

Here is the set up.  Late last year I started experiencing some pain in my left-privates area.  I was obviously scared that this meant I had contracted some sort of deadly jungle virus on the trip Ryan and I took to a cabin located in the wilds of Michigan with our friends.  But ever since the day I woke up, turned to Ryan and, according to him, said something like:

"Oh It's Dr. Batista's birthday today.  I should send her a card.  Or maybe go into the office to see her, and you know what, it does seem like I've been losing more hair than usual lately, so while I'm there maybe I'll just get a quick checkup and a complete blood panel and an allergy test," I am really trying to work on my hypochondria, so I just ignored the pain.

Which was the worst idea I have ever had in my life.  Because two days later something in my insides exploded, literally.

I had a CT scan that determined that a small cyst on my left ovary had most likely burst.  OH and guess what else, there was another as-to-yet-unburst cyst still calling my traitor left ovary home.

So clearly my little cysters had a fight and the one cyst exploded the other in a fit of rage, but managed to stop short of a murder-suicide type situation.  (This was no Romeo and Juliet story yo.)  Preferring instead to lie in wait of a day when I'm probably feeling particularly happy and be all "Oh you thought you were going to Disney World today?  You thought you were going to ride the Teacups and eat churros and take pictures with Belle did you?  Well think again.  KABLOOEY

Abso-effing-lutely Fan-effing-tastic (Sorry sorry, stabby and pinch remember?) (Sorry again Ryan)

This picture is from the first part of our honeymoon.  I had to get it off of Ryan's computer because when I opened the file entitled "Our Honeymoon" on my computer it was just three pictures of Ryan sitting on a horse.  I can not stop laughing.

So yeah, I had some angry feelings to vent.  And the only way I know how to vent is to write, or pinch, apparently.  (Sorry Ryan, but really you think you would have moved by now, and not continue to be sitting next to me on the couch, topless (obviously), with all your skin looking at me all pinchable-like.)

So I wrote my left ovary, the one currently playing host to the death cyst, a warning limerick.

It's not my proudest or finest poetry effort ever, but when I wrote it, I was in a dark murderous hate place with very little concern for proper pacing, meter or grammar.

Ummmm enjoy?

There once was a hateful left ovary
that felt its girl was living life too jovially.
So the M*therF*cker burst.
And the girl, how she cursed.
Then decided she was feeling too soberly.

So she drank a Sh*t Ton of whiskey mixed with Kahlua because she was in the hospital and that was the only thing she had in her purse.

What? Don't normal people spend their time writing limericks to their lady parts?

Sidenote: When Ryan read the above sentence he was like "Well I for one can say for certain that I do not spend any time whatsoever writing limericks to my lady parts."

Oh and this limerick, and this post in general, are dedicated to my reader Cam, who I do not know in real life, but who wrote me a birthday haiku in one of her comments.

And serious poets like Cam and me implicitly understand that if you write someone a poem, they totes owe you one in return.

You all owe me poems now too blogstalkers.  I'm as serious as a death cyst.

Also, I was going to just stop there, but it would make my inner nerd squirm if I didn't say that I do know that Romeo & Juliet did not end in murder-suicide but rather suicide-suicide.  Phew.  Feel better already.

Cam So i'm a little late with the birthday wishes, but i promise to make it up with a haiku: hey! it's your birthday... ryan should give you babies, go procreate now! i've been blog-stalking you for awhile and absolutely cannot tell you how much i love reading your blog - it's hilarious. although i do get in trouble for laughing loudly at work, it is definitely worth it.


  1. Ovaries that maim
    Are not quite the same
    As an H-bomb,
    But they surely come close
    But that being said
    Your face must've been quite red
    When drinking
    A mix that's quite gross.

    1. Don't knock it until you've tried it Jo. Don't knock it until you've tried it.

      Also, thank you for my poem. It is truly a thing of beauty.

  2. Lauren, you did not tell me when you said you were writing a limerick dedicated to me that it was about OVARIES! you are too, too awesome.

    my own ovaries give me issues from time to time so this is very helpful. ovaries are aholes. they deserve hateful limericks.

    hope your ovaries quit hatin' and you feel better soon... otherwise i know a guy who knows a guy that can help get them to cooperate, if you know what i mean ;)

    1. Awww thanks!

      Things that are not too too awesome: left ovaries.

      Seriously yo ( I am very gangster)

      Hope you enjoyed the limerick, even if it was mildly inappropriate and contained a massive curse.

      Off to read about the adventures of your kitchen rat.

  3. Anonymous1/17/2012

    My ladybits are well-behaved and have given me no reason to write angry limericks.

    Dearest Lauren G,
    OMG, you crack me up.
    Please to blog daily.


    1. Yeah, I have terrible lady parts. I would totally stab my left ovary if 1) it did not mean that my chances of having lots of babies would go down, and 2) it did not involve actually stabbing myself in the ovary.

      Plus I would definitely stab myself in the spleen or something if I tried anyway. And my ovary would be like "HA! Totally missed!"

      Stupid spiteful mocking ovary.

      I'll work on the please to blogging daily. (I'm getting better right?)

    2. Anonymous1/18/2012

      Yes! I am liking the frequency of the posts lately! <3


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