I Need These

But all the other short people bought them before I found them. Only the tall girls have a chance left - sizes 8 and up... if anyone finds them in a 7 let me know.

Unexpected Read

I read her two previous novels, which were mostly satirical and feminist, the second one being more of a memoir, collection of stories from her past. I had a really hard time finding this book at our local stores and wondered if that was a bad sign. While completely different from her first novels, this is an amazing story of travel, suspense and humanity. I LOVED it. It's best to jump in having no clue what to expect - so I'll leave it at that.

Need Reassurance that it's Completely Normal to Engage in a Powerstruggle with Your Toddler? Read This

Just finished. Giggle-worthy novella about a woman, her toddler and supportive work-at-home Mr.Mom as they wait for #2 to arrive. We're nearing the 'trying' phase for our #2, I went from being more terrified of getting pregnant than I was in high school to ooohing and aahhhing at every baby under 3 months we see. Damn hormones.

I'm starting a list of things I want to do before the next child begins to devour every brain cell I still have left, here's what I have so far (suggestions welcome):

1) Organize Master Closet
2) Organize Garage
3) Drink as many Margaritas, White Whines and other mixed drinks not involving rum as socially acceptable before the abolition
4) Plan two vacations before the magic number multiplies (one up Oregon coast and other to Park City)
5) Get new carpeting (got an estimate - $12K?!)
6) Choose materials for backyard re design (I HATE driving to the block and brick place) and actually choose a contractor who won't rip me off (two estimates so far, one for $90K, one for $36K... same project)

I'm Pretty Sure I Saw This Happen on COPS Once...

If you have a car that has a sensor and supposedly will *not* lock itself if the keys are within a foot of the door, it's bullsh*t (confirmed by fire dept.). I locked the baby in the car a few days ago, and with her - my phone, spare house key and any sanity and sense of control I started out with that morning.

One 911 call later, a fire truck was pulling down our long driveway (thank god my neighbors weren't home) and miraculously unlocking the door. I was two seconds from throwing a rock through the window when they showed up.

When the door opened, I realized I'd had the foresight to start a Barney DVD and the baby just looked up at me like, "Oh, hi. Who are those hot guys in uniform with you?"

I baked them some cookies and took them over to the station that night. Encinitas FD, I owe you one - they didn't even mention how hysterical I was, not even once, instead assuring me that this happens at least three times a week.

I'll be one happy mommy if this is the only 911 call I ever make.

Emotional Baker Goes Back to Weight Watchers

I am reading Such A Pretty Fat, by Jen Lancaster, on the advice of this hysterical lady and came across the term 'Emotional Baker' (a roommate who bakes up a frenzy as described by a leather clad biker attending a Weight Watchers mtg). 

This is TOTALLY me! I always knew I wasn't an emotional eater, but push me too far and I'll whip up a batch of cookies in 30 min. It's not enough for me to spoon dough straight from the pink melamine bowl, I have to bake 40 peanut butter chocolate chip cookies to poison the rest of the household too. There's just something satisfying about knowing you're not the only one who's going to down an extra 100 calories a day for the next week with 3 dozen cookies laying around.

I polished off the last cookie a few days ago and then hopped on the scale. I'm still down from where I was before I got pregnant and still maintaining from where I was last summer, but, I'm up 5 from where I was before I put on a bikini and went to Kauai in March. Planned out the WW menu for the next week online last night. Poor D, married to a bi-polar chef in the kitchen. One week it's cookies, the next it's grilled chicken.