Oh Yeah, It's All Over The Place

First, some items of business:
Thank you everyone for the nice comments on the Avee posts, and for the birthday well wishes. I was a little surprised to discover she's more like her dad than me, because she kind of didn't care about making the whole day about herself. While I'm a little saddened to see this part of me missing in her, I'm sure in the long run it's a good thing for us. I got the sense that she was a little overwhelmed at her party. I mostly invited adults who may or may not have kids her age. Halfway through the party, she asked if she and her little bff could go upstairs and wreak havoc. I let her. That was probably the best gift of all. And they weren't totally crazy. Although, there is a princess ring down the vent now....

Nextly, thank you also for the great music suggestions. I have gotten through about a third of the suggestions and have already added some great stuff to my ipod. There were a lot of great mellow suggestions (Seven! She's a person, not the number of songs I liked) that I'll have to add to my non workout playlist. Yeehaw! So, thanks everyone.

Thirdly, I saw a new number on the scale this morning. And FINALLY it's going the right direction. I guess it's not "new" per say, but it is one I haven't seen in some time.

I don't look any different, but it sure felt great to see that number. I'm pretty sure it's going to get me happily through 2-3 full cheesecakes. Wait...what?

Lastly, I have my blog posts emailed to my mom for simplicity and because I'm considerate of the elderly like that. She emailed me about my "regret" of dropping her off at the ER and not staying with her. It was all about how everything worked out perfectly, not to feel bad, etc, etc.

So basically what I'm saying here is, I'm finally on speaking terms with my mom now. I'll probably wait until we are on even better terms before I tell her that I gave away that orange and purple sweater she got me....

And now, on to some more pressing matters:

At any given point in the day when J is home, there are at least 4-23 different tabs on the internet open to those scintillating blogs that talk about booooooooooring things like the financial crisis or which politician is sleeping with which head of a financial institution or what Dilbert thinks about the new office policy...

Today after he had left I went to go close down 17 tabs to make room for Bo to watch Mario Kart on Youtube. Something caught my eye just as I was about to close a page.

It was a normal sentence like this and then it read, (Parenthetically, blah blah blah). Really? Come ON. How long did that dude wait to be able to use the word parenthetically RIGHT AFTER A PARENTHESIS!?!?! I may or may not incorporate this level of ridiculousness into my writing/speaking. I'm also going to make fun of my husband for reading stuff like this. Period.

It's okay though, he makes fun of me for watching a reality show with characters who say things like, "I need to get some sugar in my system, I need some sugar, can someone get me a diet coke, I desperately need sugar."

I'm not proud, but it can't be helped. Stupidity makes the reality TV world go 'round.

And one last story:
As many of you know, Avee likes to um...dress herself. Her favorite item of clothing is anything sleeveless. For some reason, Sleeveless=Princess. Even when I show her pictures of princesses with long sleeve shirts. In the beginning it was a big battle. Then I decided I didn't care what she wore as long as she looked normal when I needed her to, and if she was warm. So we had some battles and some give and take on both our parts and we've worked out a great symbiotic relationship in regards to her clothing. Most of the time, I let her go out looking completely insane. Because it's endearing, it doesn't matter, and of course I'm just one of those amazing moms who can allow her children to express themselves. When I want.

So, one day she shows up to the Y looking particularly insane. She had wanted to wear a sleeveless but I told her she had to wear a little shrug with it, if she wanted to wear it out. Avee's ALWAYS three steps ahead of me so she quickly agreed. With every intention of taking it off as soon as I was out of sight.

Which she did.

So when I came to get her after my workout, it was a very cold day, she had on a summer dress that was mostly pinkish, bright red socks, and boots. She also had about 3 headbands in her hair.

When I walked in the room and saw that everything had sort of gone to pot when I left, I laughed out loud.

One of the girls there said, "Why is she dressed so crazy?" and I said, "Oh, I mostly let her do what she wants when it doesn't matter. It works to let her have her way sometimes, so that when I need my way---there's less of a fight."

This 27 year old mother of a 12 year old boy raises her eyebrows at me and says, "Well, I let my son have his way too much and now he's out of control, so I'd be careful if I were you."

Going to this Y has taught me a LOT of self-restraint because I seriously wanted to guffaw so loudly I would be in danger of losing a lung.

I'll let you know if Avee ends up in anger management classes from punching her 7th grade math teacher, because I let her dress how she wants when she's 4.

That's a really good reason to read this blog for the next 10 years.