Is what Mark told me over Diary Queen after dinner (of Subway). I am sick and have a sore throat so we often use that as an excuse for ice cream. I will tell my blood sugar that when it is hovering in double digits later. Dude! I have a sore throat! So, I guess I cannot watch the Sopranos until I post.
It has been an unfortunate health week. On thursday I went to THE MALL early to look for a sports bra at a store that was having a sale. While I was casually wandering around waiting for them to open in three minutes, I took a huge head long trip/fall into the marble-esque flooring of the mall. I caught wind people. Thank god there were very few people around and I didn’t have a binder full of Organic Chemistry notes that popped open in front of 150 strangers, but it hurt. I got up, bushed myself off and did some shopping, but by supper time I felt like I had gone 12 rounds with pretty much anyone in a boxing ring. Both of my knees are bruised, my wrist, elbow, and it feels like i bruised or cracked a rib. I figure the velocity of a person my size falling onto a very hard floor makes such a person hurt. Today I am so congested I feel all cotton headed and blurky. Yet Mark expects a post!
I really want to get out in the yard and dig around, but first pain and then rain, and the weekend is over. Hopefully I can get to it this week. Things are coming up all over and I need to clear the debris! I also want to plant some early comers, like gladiolas.
I also wanted to address the post about my mom’s latest comments to me. While she does say things that upset me, I love her dearly. I complain about her, but I like to think I accept her most of the time, flaws and all. The most difficult to deal with are the comments about my weight. As I have mentioned to her several times in the last million years “if nagging were a successful weight loss technique, it would be marketed and sold for a gazillion dollars.” My mother lives 9 blocks fro me. She supports me more than most adult parents should have to. She helps me with Charlotte, my housework, my garden, she cooks us things, she is very generous with her time and spirit. She left home at 16, is the oldest of 15 kids and seriously kicks ass at most thing. I think a lot of the comments are made in ignorance, continued ignorance I guess. I can’t change her, I have tried. I guess I will take the good with the bad, especially when the good overshadows the bad by so much. I do hope I have learned not to torment Charlotte about the one thing she hates about herself the most. I know for a lot of us (women) we have similar relationships with our mothers. The comments on that post were amazing. How much we put up with or how some of us have terminated communication with our mothers, such is the pain that has been caused. I don’t kno3 where I am going with this other than I felt I needed to somehow defend my well intentioned, yet sometimes brutal mom that I love so.
My head is leaking so I will end it for now. Here are some photos!

dancing!

in the plastic vegetable garden
P.S. I had a dream over the weekend that I was starring in Battlefield Earth II with John Travolta. Lets just say some of us were naked. *shiver* No wonder I am ill.
(edited at 2:51 AM, I can’t breathe anyhow, stupid congestion)
Here is a look at my right knee bruise! Too bad no scar though.

although bruises never look as cool in photos.

I bet you are glad to come here after a week long absence to read about how irritated I am that Charlotte spread an entire tin of zinc ointment all over her room. All over. Everywhere. In her hair, stuffed animals, sheets. She did this while supposedly “napping”. I an unreasonably pissed about this. Just a huge mess. Mark and I tried to clean it up and bathe her and we haven’t eaten dinner yet and my blood sugar is low (which is probably why i am so irritated). Irrational anger at a toddler when I was the one who left the band new cream on her bed.
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I have photos and other posts mulling around in my head, but I always feel it is sort of disrespectful to be flip or sarcastic or sort of an asshole while there has been a horrible tragedy. I also do not feel like I could write about it in any decent way. There are others who are more adept at writing about such things. It is sad and horrible and I have been watching and reading some of the coverage. I want to acknowledge the horribleness of it and of all the other people who live with death and carnage in their lives everyday. On Tuesday there were 158 people were killed in Baghdad. The madness of it all can sink you.
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Charlotte cried like we were taking one of her kidneys when we tried to wash the zinc out of her hair. Now she is all peppy and happy. Crazy toddlers. Too bad we lose that ability to recover from trauma as we get older.

sin: I took about 6 tongue depressors from my doctor’s office last week so I could use them to spread wax on my lip.
penance: I figure it evens out since I now am able to wax my upper lip.

My favourite “who will be the next pussycat doll” was eliminated tonight. Someone should take away our PVR.
As for the link of me in the horrible bridesmaid dress on people.com. They found in on flickr, so they say. I could have provided a higher resolution version, but i think the horror is sufficient even all pixelated. gah.

Charlotte’s second day of DaycarePlayschool is tomorrow. She will cry and be fine. I wonder how long this will go on. I have had the same sitter for a year and she still does this. It breaks me a little every time. I have some errands to run, before I go back home to watch soap operas and eat my bon bons. I know it is good for both of us. I guess it is our lot as moms to feel guilt. It snowed here again today.
I can’t wait to watch Americas Next Top Model tomorrow. egads.

Yes, I am still alive. San Francisco was awesome and there are tales to tell and photos to show. Both Charlotte and I survived one full day of daycare. I almost ate a whole cake this weekend. I haven’t felt very talky, but I miss you.
For now, go mock me.
xo