Wiping Up Snot (love that blog title) gave me a Thinking Blogger award for this post! Thanks so much WUP! May your days be filled with double ply Kleenex.
Also, I started day 1 of Atkins Induction today. And no, I don't just eat meat, promise! Induction includes eggs and veggies too! And it's not as crazy as when my sister Tela did her 10 day Crazy Juice diet! I just can't seem to stick to Weight Watchers because when I eat any carbs or sugar it's like I have no sense of control. My hunger sensors shut down and my brain says, "Why yes, I know you just had a bowl of cereal but wouldn't some bread and butter taste freaking fantastic!" And I answer back like a carb-horny teenager, "Yes! Yes! Yes!". So I'm gonna give Atkins a shot. My hope is to eventually ease back over to Weight Watchers Core, which allows you a limited number of carbs. Cause if I thought I would never be able to eat popcorn again I might just buy the razor scooter and give up all hope.
Lastly, Little Monkies interviewed me! I'm supposed to post the interview here and then ask who would like to be interviewed by me? Want to be asked intimate questions by someone you don't know? Then leave a Hell Yes! in the comments!
1. My friend Ashley just told me about the time her mother told her that her favorite pet hamster had chicken pox and had to be released into the wild (read, the hamster got "sent to a nice farm"). Do you have any animal stories of this kind that you carry with you today?
Well, there was that time when my sister and I found a dead squirrel in the front yard. We carried it in to show my mom. I'm pretty sure she screamed. But Dad was working as a hospital Chaplain at the time and was able to get his hands on a dissection kit. We pinned the squirrel onto a piece of wood and performed a little CSI style autopsy out in the yard. Very exciting. We determined that cause of death was a broken neck.
2. What is your most neurotic and silly fear (family, husband, life…), but the one you can't get out of your brain?
I always dream that my husband doesn't know who I am. That our entire marriage is just a fantasy life and I'm really living in an asylum somewhere. I think this is because I fell in love with him at age 15, while he waited till he was 19 to see the light. That's a good 4 years of fantasy dating on my part.
3. If you could meet one star who would it be and why?
Tough one. I would love to go on a girl's drinking night with Tina Fey of 30 Rock. She's so funny and witty. And of course we would bring along actresses Amy Poehler and Amy Sedaris. And then pick up writer Laurie Notaro so there would be another snarky brunette to round out the group.
4. What do you struggle with as a woman (person, wife, mother, etc) that you wish others could talk about more openly?
There is just so much to choose from! I think it's a tossup. There's the fear that if other parent's could secretly videotape my day they would think I was a terrible, lazy mother. They would gasp with horror if they could see that I say "what the hell?" around my kids at least once a day. Or I could go with the fact that I struggle over not liking some other people's children. I pretty much can't stand our neighbor kids. Really dislike them. Talking with my friend and fellow mom Carol is lifesaver. Also blogging helps immensely. When I read Fussy's post on calling a ten year old neighbor girl "on her shit" I felt instantly relieved.
5. Raised "pretty", raised "smart", or other? How did that work in your house?
Ufta. Raised a hippy conservative Lutheran. My mom's slightly horrified that I opted to stay home with the children over being a working parent. She was very liberal. Too liberal in some instances. Like, I really didn't need my own copy of Our Bodies Ourselves with photographs of a gyne exam at age 9. And Dad is a Minster so he has a conservative bent. But they were both very "If it's yellow, let it mellow - If it's brown flush it down" kind of people. They often showered together to "save water" and we had carob chips instead of chocolate. They are sort of a blend of SNL's The Lovers and Stuart Smalley (We were often corrected on our "stink'n think'n") and yet they looked like Rob and Laura from The Dick Van Dyke Show.
6. Most delicious moment…
Without a doubt that moment in the hospital after birth. You're cleaned up, there's an ice pack on your swollen lady bits, the vicodin's kicked in and nobody else is in the room. You get to stare, weep and kiss your beautiful baby while in this safe and sweet bubble. There's no stress because if something should happen you're in a hospital. And there isn't anything you can do but be still and love your new baby.