1. I feel a little guilty about the fact that while my fellow Seattle moms were going tiny bits of insane wrangling their children in freak temperatures, I was, uh, sitting in a movie theater and, uh, kicking it with the laptop in a frigid Panera and, uh, attempting to hunt down the perfect carry on bag for our trip next week. I took them down to my parents' house on Wednesday and, uh, left them there. I am really hoping my Seattle mom friends won't break up with me, because the shorties are returning sometime tonight and I still have two whole days of child entertaining to do before I pawn them off on their other grandparents on Sunday for another overnighter. And then Tuesday we leave for a 4-day vacation with grandparents along as, uh, babysitters. I think Dumping My Kids On Grandparents actually deserves its own dripping-with-guilt post. Noted. Stay tuned.
2. Ooh, some guy on the national news is reporting from Alki. Why didn't I think of going THERE? Clearly my horizons need some broadening. And you know, I wasn't kid-free the WHOLE time. I had at least a DAY of kids and excessive heat and I made sure to complain about it at Parenting.
3. The freak temperatures have meant 1) not a lot of exercise and 2) kind of a lot of eating. I mean, what else is there to DO? Phillip and I were out till eleven last night, waiting for our house to cool down, and your late night options pretty much boil down to movies or eating out. Since I'd already wasted money on a movie I would have walked out of if it hadn't been for the air conditioning, we ate out. Yum. I'm still 3 pounds up from the birthday gorging and it's not looking good for my Vegas swimsuit.
4. Not that I haven't been TRYING to find a swimsuit other than the bikini I bought on a whim. But they don't exist. It's like all the stores have decided it's October. This also applies to looking for swim floaties or pool toys for the kids. I understand staying ahead of the season, etc., but MAN is that annoying. You know what else is annoying? The lack of tank tops that are not 1) spaghetti strap or 2) racer back. It's like the tank top industry teamed up with the bra industry this summer, forcing us poor innocent prefer-their-underwear-UNDER-their-clothes women into spending even more money at Target. Target ALREADY has its name stamped over my bank account. ANNOYING.
5. I try not to read any articles or watch any news stories or read any blogs that are Sad and Incomprehensible and Senseless. I just don't handle that stuff well, and it's really enough for me to be aware of the basic facts and move on because I've been known to be, well, useless for hours on end after reading those stories. I hope that doesn't make me sound horrible, and I do try to add my voice to the prayers and good wishes, but yeah. I can't deal. So I have no idea why I kept reading this article Phillip pointed out to me over the weekend. I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It really gets to my fear of Doing Everything Right And Still Failing. I guess you don't want to read it either. Sorry.
6. A day or two ago someone was curious about the similarity between my website name and that of another much more famous website. Since it's not the first time someone's asked me that question, and maybe other people are wondering, and maybe Maggie Mason herself lies awake nights plotting how to cut the power lines to my house: I had no idea. And I've wanted to change it even BEFORE I discovered the Other Website because, let's face it, it's kind of a terrible name. I mean, 50% of it is MY NAME. Changing it would involve giving in to my perfectionistic nerdy side, and while I would dearly LOVE to indulge that side, the full time mom thing doesn't afford many opportunities. So until I think of a new name (unlikely) or you think of a new name (somewhat more likely) or Maggie Mason sends me a cease and desist letter (pretty sure she has no idea I exist), I expect there won't be a lot of motivation to be anything other than mighty. And my feelings about that can be summed up in a big fat OH WELL.
7. Did you see the Blathering grew up and got itself a wine sponsor? If there are any Blathering fence sitters out there I think this should totally tip the scales. IT'S FREE WINE, PEOPLE. There's even discounts and coupon codes and a giveaway! Right up a mommyblogger's alley! Of course, the most important thing is that you sign up for the Blathering itself. We promise to behave ourselves around any Free Stuff. Ahem.
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