Bullets
*Note to self: don’t let Erik eat any more FiberOne granola bars. Apparently he doesn’t need any extra fiber. Poor guy has a serious problem tonight. I hope he is able to sleep through the night without any disturbances.
*You remember that ill-fated quilt round robin I joined? One lady in our group actually finished her quilt. It makes me want to go to Texas and hunt down my center. I think it is in Texas. I might be wrong. The gal who has it, a person I had always thought was nice and responsible, won’t return any of my e-mails. I’m so sad and disappointed. Note to self: Trust no one.
*Today was a loooooong day. We almost always have plans every day of the week, usually beginning with a trip to the gym. Tuesday has been our preschool day for the past 18 months, but now Tuesday is wide open. Erik has his gym class at 4:30, which means we didn’t go in the morning. I wanted to take him to a park, but he wouldn’t cooperate with me. I could have forced the issue. In fact, I probably should have forced the issue, but taking an angry kid to the park doesn’t make much sense. Instead, we ended up playing a game of Puppy Cave, where I laid in bed and tried to sleep while he built a giant pillow cave around himself and kicked me in the gut over and over again. Why does he feel the need to dig his toes into my tender flesh at every opportunity?
*I’m co-hosting a baby shower for a good friend. Her neighbor is the other host and it will be held at her house. She has suggested having a non-alcoholic cocktail themed baby shower. If she has the supplies for such a thing, that is fine with me, though I do wonder at the thought of a big pregnant lady surrounded by mocktail paraphernalia. Obviously it isn’t alcohol so it is ok, but it just something that never would have occurred to me for a baby shower theme.
*I really want to go to Zumba tomorrow. I hope I’m feeling up to it. I’ve been a total gym slacker the last few weeks, only making it in about 3 times a week for the elliptical. I decided to give up BodyPump for a few weeks until I’m feeling less woozy. Lifting the bar over my head made me feel like I was going to faint. I do not want to faint, let alone faint in a public arena while lifting weights.
*If Obama really called Kayne West a jackass, I’ll give a two thumbs up. Awesome! Because really? Is there any other word as fitting for the situation? (For those even less in the know than me, he grabbed the microphone away from Taylor Swift while she was accepting an award and said Beyonce’s video was much better. Even Beyonce looked mortified.)
*My fat belly came in handy for something. Amazing. I was sitting here typing when I felt a weird pressure and heard a computer beep. Turns out my new computer does have an SD card slot! It is in front, below the line of sight and was filled with a generic piece of plastic. My stomach pressed it hard enough that it popped out and I was suddenly very, very happy.