Catch 22

I would like to shed two more pounds, although everyone is buzzing in my ear that I am thin enough. I think maybe I have a form of OCD. Do I absolutely have to lose the weight? No, not absolutely. But I like even numbers, so 120 sounds better than 122. Try saying it aloud, you'll see.

If I stopped sipping bubbly three times a week (okay, four), the two pounds would likely just melt off. But mamma likes her bubbly, particularly after a long, arduous day of diapering, bathing, changing, soothing, driving and more diapering. Champagne adds instant festivity to uneventful, poop-filled days.

So here I am, mired in a conundrum of my own doing. Give up the bubbly, or drastically reduce it, and realize the glory of weighing an even 120?

Nah, I didn't think so.

Is there a bandwidth on love?

Since relocating to the sticks (no joke...there are many trees here), I have had the good fortune of becoming reacquainted with long-lost friends and some family members who also live in said sticks. We spent some time getting caught up, eating good food and being nostalgic. At the end of almost every visit, I was told by someone, "I love you." Or, "te quiero."

Which made me happy because I don't always think I am the most lovable thing (I see you vehemently shaking your head in disagreement. I love you.) But being all analytical and also having more time now to think real thoughts beyond press releases and company org charts, I pondered the notion of love. At one time I may have loved these friends who I was lucky to find again. And my extended family, too. But is it really love or just some amped up version of like, since I haven't seen most of them in over a decade?

What happens to love once you have it for someone but they move away, or you lose touch, or life just happens? Does it get stored away? Do we have the capacity to dredge it back out when we see that person again? Is it like riding a bicycle or roller skating, wherein if you haven't done it for a long time it just comes back naturally?

I see you shaking your head, thinking damn it, woman who lives in the sticks, can't you just accept a loving gesture and not dissect it?

Come now. How long have you been reading this blog? I know you expect nothing less of me.

So this notion of love past and resurrected will occupy my thoughts this week.

Gotta love it.

The upside of not working

1. I can start drinking at 5 pm. I could never start before 7 pm, in my previous life.
2. Frequent costume changes. This being due to spit up, or other bodily fluids, thrust upon me courtesy of the babies.
3. Mornings in the garden. Is there nothing sweeter than early morning dew, blue jays and hummingbirds greeting you? (see #1)
4. NO MEETINGS
5. Visiting Target in the middle of the day. Perhaps only a trip to Walmart is better.
6. Drinking at 5 pm

American Independence

Three reasons I am glad we won our liberty from the Brits:

1. British food
2. The monarchy
3. Rick Astley