Queen of Rambles

As the daughter of a plumber I am especially mortified to report Erik’s latest naughty prank. I was taught well that only three things go in the toilet and golf balls aren’t one of them. I hope I didn’t back up the plumbing for our whole building. Yikes. I will deny everything if asked.

It all started on our vacation. Erik has never carried around a comfort object. I have never really given him a stuffed animal or special blankie to snuggle with. I guess I should, but there are just so many things a mother must do to raise a perfect child that I get overwhelmed and forget to wave bye-bye and introduce stuffed monkeys. He doesn’t seem to be suffering horribly from my parental shortcomings so I’m not too concerned.

While in Oregon he found all kinds of new toys but none were as attractive as a golf ball. No one in the family golfs so it’s anyone’s guess where it came from, but he had it and he wasn’t letting go. We made a special trip to Target yesterday just to buy some golf balls to have around the house (they are spendy!) and he’s not been without one. He even has one curled in his tight little sleeping fist right now.

He had a golf ball in his hand while I was drying my hair this morning then he suddenly DIDN’T have a golf ball in his hand and he was standing over the open toilet (gotta learn to keep the toilet closed!). I looked around the bathroom but never did find it. When I finally dared flush I heard an odd rattle. It didn’t plug up, but I still feel an inappropriate amount of guilt over the whole situation.

At least I got some very unexpected news today–the gym membership is going to be much, much cheaper than I thought it would be! The basic membership fee is only $35/month which seems like a steal. I can then choose to pay $2/hour for the babysitting service or pay a flat fee of $20 which will cover up to 60 hours per month. I plan on being there every single weekday. Hopefully I can lose 20 pounds by my college reunion. Honestly, though, after my trip to Oregon I’m not feeling nearly as fat as I did before my trip. Strange, since my diet over there consisted of ice cream and fast food. My family thinks I’m crazy for eating well balanced meals and not letting Erik eat any sugar. I would really like to live long enough to see my grandchildren grow up and I don’t want to have my feet cut off in my later years so I plan on sticking to a healthy diet. I can’t imagine how fat I’d be today if I ate the same diet my family eats. I have a very slow metabolism so I know it’d be bad.

I think I’m feeling good about my weight and looks in general because most of the people in my hometown are total hicks. Here in the DC area I usually look like a slob compared to the people around me, but in my hometown I’m usually the fanciest one in the Wal-Mart. I really hate Wal-Mart. There aren’t any other options in my hometown, though. I guess it’s true what they say–location is everything.

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