The Pick Up Artist

So, today's total of my "quick run" into Whole Foods, just to "pick up a few things" was $284.

I am physically incapable of going into a grocery store and spending less than $200. Granted, money goes out of the pocket much faster at Whole Foods, or should we say results in less bags. It didn't feel like that tonight though. Bags and bags of healthy stuff to cook for dinner. (If I ever had time, that is because I WORK. *grumble grumble*) If I had to cook too, we wouldn't eat until 9 pm every night. Or later. (which is, I guess, exactly what we'll have to do.)

Anyhow, so I am checking out of the line at Whole Foods, me and my mountainous basket of greeneries, roughage and free-range chicken. The lady in front of me looks at my mountain and spies hummus. "Oh! I forgot some of that... do you mind?"

"Not at all," I said, as people with small baskets of a few items glared at my vitamin-chocked bounty. (Whole Foods shoppers are so impatient at checkout!)

The lady came back to her basket as I was setting it up on the conveyor belt for her. She thanked me and we chatted some more. She was older than me, slim, no wedding ring, really, quite hot, actually. I instantly thought of my lonely widowed father who is desperate to find someone. And he likes petite women. Outgoing, friendly, petite women. This lady chatted me up, and then the gentleman checking us out. I checked her out. Hm... no ring...

I came THIS close to asking her... "So, I see you don't wear a wedding ring..." "Do you mind if I ask you a terribly unorthodox personal question: are you married?" "Are you dating someone?" "Would you like to?" "I mean, my dad is a widower and he's just getting out on the dating scene." "You seem like such a nice lady, and you shop at Whole Foods which is a plus." "I'd really like to set you up on a blind date, if I could."

I chickened out.

How do you pick up a woman for your dad? Should you even try?

P.S. If you *are* the really hot lady who was in line in front me at the Greenville Whole Foods in Dallas at 7:45 p.m. earlier this evening, wanna date my Dad? He has four really cute grandkids....

Download of Late

I don't know how people do this. Work, two kids, friends, family, shopping, sleeping, housework, exercise, sex, car repairs, doctor appointments, organizing, bill paying, etc. etc. etc.

HOW?!?!?!?

I liked being a SAHM. We slept until 10 am. We neglected housework in favor of watching Law & Order or having coffee with Kay. We picked up G at school, took him to karate and knew all the kids names and cheered them on. That was a day exhausting enough for me.

Now, I work.

And that's about it folks. I wake up, work, rush to pick up kids, barely think about dinner, probably end up eating something, get kids in bed, unwind a moment, go to bed myself.

So if you are feeling neglected, I am sorry. I haven't figured out how to balance my life yet. Just give me time.

NJ: Is crawling and pulling up on everything. She has this really weird crawl that is a half-walk/half-crawl kind of thing. In other words, she is dying to walk. She'll be there soon enough, too soon for me really.

NJ has added a new word to her list of vocabulary words, bringing that total to seven. She knows and says definitively: "Mama, Dada, Bubba (her brother, and this is quite possibly her favorite word since she is constantly screaming it), dis (this), dat (that), teefs (teeth) and the newest addtion: titty (kitty).

G: Is now sparring in his karate class. This is a HUGE leap from my sensitive boy who feels he needs a band-aide for every little bump and scratch. He's actually punching and kicking other people, and letting them punch and kick him. All with a huge grin on his face. A grin so big, he has a hard time keeping his mouthguard in.

G is proving to be a great big brother. NJ got something off the floor and tried to eat it (typical) and made gagging sounds. I rushed up and pried the object (I don't remember what, probably a water bottle top the kitties like to play hockey with) out of NJ's mouth. I told her "No, no" and "that scares Mama." G said softly, "Yeah, that scares me too." Awwww.

M: He's typical M, trying to keep up with the rest of us. He's been head down in his "airplane porn" (schematics, pictures of airplanes, running complex Excel spreadsheets he's created for airplane design) at any opportunity he can. (Usually late at night.)

And me? Well, there has been work. And feeling extra fibromyalgic crappy. And work. And visiting doctors. Doctor A, the general practictioner decided I had sleep apnea after I told I was falling asleep at work. (very unusual) Doctor B, my neurologist, doesn't know what is wrong with me, but suspects something new and ordered blood work and an MRI. (results still out)

Oh, and I worked.

And there was the "you should never take two new meds at the same time" incident which had me hallucinating in the middle of the night.

And then there was work.

And then there was a "hallelujah" moment, after I took one of the new meds separately and I felt about 7 times better than usual. (I am only on day 5 of that med, I shouldn't celebrate just yet.)

And there was work.

And thank you Kay for taking my children on short notice when one refused to go back to school after his dentist appointment, and then had to be called into action THE SAME DAY because my dear husband didn't watch the clock and left too late to pick up our infant daughter and, suprisingly, I HAD TO WORK, so I couldn't.

I could write more, I am sure, but I have to go to bed. Because, I have to GET UP AND GO TO WORK. (*Did I mention that I have an Aeron chair and get free sodas and candy bars/pretzels/granola bars at work in addition to that wonderful paycheck?*) <= silver lining

Texans Love Their Pets WAAAAY Too Much

Because I am too lazy to learn how to imbed the video into my blog at the moment:

http://www.dfwvetsurgeons.com/treadmill.html

Click on the video link.

Hey, it's my favorite way to exercise!