Traveling Woman Shawl

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Fleece Artist Merino Sock

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Guy #2 makes a comment.  Guy #2 is….

a.  A guy that I dated in high school and am highly embarrassed to remind anyone of this!

b.  A person I get those lovely “people you may know” notices from Facebook encouraging me to friend the guy  and each time I do, right after I finish throwing up a little bit in the back of my mouth, I scream HECK NO!

c. A person I didn’t really want to have realize that I was on Facebook although I figured that he probably received the same little love notes that I did.

So here it goes down.  There’s the link that my friend Birch posted to the cool article encouraging a certain pundit to behave more appropriately and it is written in a kind and loving manner.  So of course, the discourse on facebook is snarky and cracked.  Birch, on the other hand, always posts these type of links and seems to do so from an attitude of encouraging folks to talk about these things rationally, to be well informed to ya know…not act like a crackpot.  Always uber polite about the whole thing.

So, Birch posts the link.  I read link, like link and I hit like.

Along comes the stooge delightful past friend from high school who says “I don’t see how anything he says is relevant. Its all semantic ramblings to support a left leaning agenda at all costs. Its a shame.”

Original poster then says:   “If you think he’s wrong, please explain. Also, look up Jim Wallis and see who he is. Read his website at www.sojo.net. Come back when you’ve done your research.”

At which time the stoogery just goes nuts: “Birch. I have done my research. Good luck in your quest for the truth.”

And this is followed by a debate between the guy I ashamedly dated in high school and some other guy and my ex-whatever (I refuse to use the word boyfriend!) is escalating and refusing to post facts or references.  All he can do is quote Glenn Beck, etc and he is having a hemorrage.

And through all of this I only want to do one thing.  One immature and classless thing.  But I can’t, I can’t join the fray.  All I did was hit like.  I can’t get in the middle of this because if I do, it will just be a mess.  Because if I get in to this, I just want to get on there and scream, in all caps, THANKS FOR REVEALING THAT PERSONALITY DISORDER THAT IS REASON #647 OF THE 4000 REASONS WHY I DUMBED YOUR SORRY, STINKIN’, SKANKY SELF IN HIGH SCHOOL!

Ahhh…..that feels better now.  I’ll try to return to behaving myself.  I just had to get that off my chest.  One of the delightful things about having a blog… sometimes you can’t say it on Facebook but you sure can blog about it!!!

And you have to get dressed and be out the door before the sun is even fully up….

And in that little window you have fed 2 children, dressed 2 children and hussled 2 children into the car….

Then you end up being uber productive for 2 or 3 hours and by 9 am…. you’re ready for a nap!

This year, I chose a school I loved, the school then closed and I scrambled.  And then my husband did something he rarely does: he voiced an opinion, a strong opinion, about what he wanted her to do this year.  And so…  Anna Grace started first grade today.  She’s going to a little private school that is about 10 minutes from our house and she had a blast.  I was a wreck over the past few days and, to be honest, I cried more than she did this morning.  Cry as in “the ugly cry”. But when I picked her up this afternoon her smile was a mile wide and she had had a great day.  I don’t know what we will do in the coming years but for this year… we have a happy first grader on our hands.

First Day of School

Ready to Go

Wishing We’d Hurry Up

Meeting Isaac and Wishing Each Other Luck

And Being a Little Concerned Too

A Hug for Jessie, Too

Anna Grace seemed to have a great day.  I think tomorrow will be easier for me and each day after that will continue to get easier.  I missed her so much today but Dana was home with me.  Tomorrow it will be just me and Jack Henry so… that will be a bit of a test.  The house sure is quiet when she’s not around.

So today, she’s doing the thing.  There’s usually skipping involved and so she’s skipping and talking and doing the thing.  I’ve learned to tune this little thing out but sometimes something catches my ear.  Today she said “there’s a lady walking up the driveway.”  I looked up and said “what lady” and AG then told me she was just talking and pretending.

Okedokee.

Fast forward about thirty minutes and I’m desperately trying to get the internet to work.  AG is entertaining herself and I’m in my own little hell with modems and blinky lights and such.  Then I hear “there’s a lady walking up the driveway”.  I pop my head up and say “what lady”?  AG then says, again, that there isn’t a lady in the driveway but she’s just pretending.

Okedokee.

A few hours pass, I go and see a patient, the kids go to a sitter and then we all returned home.  I’m tinkering around the house and AG is entertaining herself.  I’m in my own little world until I hear “there’s a lady walking up the driveway”.  I, forgetting the other events of the day, say “what lady” and then, exasperated, AG looks at me and says “Mom, you need to stop listening to my private conversations”.

Somebody kill me.

Some background… before I got pregnant with Jack Henry, I weighed 152# and wished I’d lose a little weight.  But the Laffy Taffy and the chocolate was just too good to pass up and so… I stayed pretty consistent at 152.  And… I wore a size 12.

Today I weigh 152.5… and a pair of size 12 jeans literally fell of of me today.  So I figure… they were probably a vanity size. They were really a 14.  But size 12 shorts are doing the same thing.

Now I’m confused.  I weigh a 1/2 pound more but wear a smaller size.  Where’s that 1/2 lb hanging out at and where’d the rest of the weight go as well?  My shape is basically the same…. but a tad worse due to being postpartum… and I’m wearing a smaller size in pants.  Makes no sense.

This got me thinking… who is and who isn’t vanity sizing and I discovered that it looks like everyone is.

Today I went and bought a pair of size 10 jeans.  I wore a size 10 in the 80’s…. when I weighed about 110.  Now I weigh 152 and I’m wearing a size 10????   That makes no sense.  So the size 10 of the 1980’s equals what size in this day and age?  Did jean companies just recently do another “across the board” vanity size change?  I got in size 10’s today in brands that I swear I couldn’t have zipped one year ago.  And I’m the same weight and essentially the same shape, but worse.

What’s going on?  I tried to do a google search but what do you search on?  “Hey… I couldn’t squeeze my butt in these jeans 12 months ago but now I can.  What up with that???”  I don’t think that’s going to be very successful.

If Sara the Rescue Cat keeps touching yarn, specifically SILK yarn, she’s going to be Sara the HOMELESS Cat.

Just sayin’!