Queen of Rambles

I finally got out of the house today, thanks to a new mommy’s group. Everything was pretty normal and all until the end. You KNOW when I go out of the house something weird has to happen to me. I wouldn’t be me if it didn’t.

The other mothers were parked in the parking lot because they knew where it was. I was parked on the road so had to walk away from the group. On the way to my car I was stalked and assaulted. . . by a one legged goose.

I couldn’t be stalked and assaulted by a normal goose. Oh no. I had to be picked on by a goose with one leg. As I walked by it started hissing, then it chased me in an amazing display of one-legged agility. It didn’t actually assault me, though it certainly wanted to bite my ass. Have you ever been bitten by a goose? I ran to avoid it b/c it hurts like hell. I’ve been bitten by a goose on more than one occasion, so decided that if there was ever a goose I could out run it would be a one legged one.

No wonder I was huffing and sweating by the time I got to my car. Or maybe it was because I walked up and down hills at a rather fast clip for an hour and a half. We walked around a lake twice and it was a perfect workout–really long, really hilly and a really wide path. We were able to walk three abreast and still leave room for people to pass us (of course, none of us had Swedish SUV prams either).

It was a chilly day out, so I left MisterE in his footed pajamas and added a sweater, sweat pants, a hat and some blankets. He was sorely under dressed compared to the other babies. I’ve seen children at the north pole (Kiruna, Sweden) dressed in less clothes in the middle of winter.

I am afraid that my poor boy is going to be doomed to a life of dorkhood. I like dorks so that’s ok with me, but I hope he is happy to be independent and not “like everyone else.” Designer clothes mean nothing to me. Being cool is a joke. I’d rather have an interesting kid than one who follows the crowd. Of course, I don’t want to make him so weird that he has no friends. I don’t want to deny him new clothing and make him an outcast. It will be a fine line to walk when he gets older. I always want him to be clean and tidy with a nice hair cut.

I have a feeling I am going to be the dorky mom who causes trouble. I have very strong feelings about certain things that aren’t exactly main stream. I can not imagine a scenario where I would be ok with my little kid selling fund raising junk. I’d rather make a contribution to whatever cause as long as it’s a good cause. I know that won’t make me popular. The thing is, I’ve never once seen the kids get new playground equipment from all their selling. They are always told if they sell enough junk they’ll get new playground equipment but it’s all a big lie. I want to know where that money is going. No one has ever given me a satisfactory answer and I’ve asked many times what happens to that money. High school is a little different. I have seen the kids doing fundraisers actually get the things they were promised–new band uniforms, group trips and so forth.

And you know what? I’ll probably take crappy low-sugar snacks or stickers and pencils for birthday parties. Oh yeah, the kids are going to love me. After being a sugar junkie for so many years that I am terrified that I will pass that trait on to my kids. I will love my kids no matter what they look like, but I don’t want them to have to struggle with their weight like I have. I want them to get used to healthy eating and just assume that’s what people do. I hope I don’t eat these words in the next few years.

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