So in my old age, I've noticed that I hear myself and others saying things like "do I know you?", "do we know each other?", and the famous "that's where I know you from". It's kinda sad that our memories seem to escaping some of us and our obnoxious curiosity just doesn't let us walk away from these people and let them escape our 20 questions, just to say hey to them to not seem rude. When in fact I am starting to think that it is more rude to take up their time with my stupid questions.
Anyway, I was at the car wash Friday morning and this guy walked out to the waiting area and he said hello and there I was, in my head, wondering who hell is this guy? After ten minutes of resistance, question one popped out, "does your kid go to school with my kid?", he responded "No, but you look familiar,too". It went silent for a few more minutes and then it clicked, he's the guy from the pool. I shared my revelation and he loudly, in front of at least ten people, shared "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
It was like the DJ stopped and the record scratched and the spotlight was pointed right at me. I was so embarrassed, thinking, oh no now everyone at the Mr. Clean Carwash thinks I am the town's stripper mom. And even though, he quickly followed up with a loud, explanation of seeing me in my bathing suit, I still felt like the town's adult entertainer, I decided to stop asking dumb questions. If I don't recognize someone, then I don't recognize them, it's okay.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Where the hell have I been?
In a morning sickness induced coma! Yes, after a year of resistance, a little bit of persuasion and a MAJOR weak moment, I surrendered!
Although, we were totally conscious of what we were doing, no birth control and a fertility monitor "fertile alert", we were surprised to find out that our little rendezvous worked. We had actually been tinkering with the idea for a little while and made the decision that if it didn't happen, then it'd be okay. We decided that we wouldn't become obsessed with getting knocked up, by going through testing and medication, blah, blah, blah and I was fine with that because the idea of turning my cycles and sex life into a project didn't seem to be a desirable route, to me!
Anyway, enough about the logistics, I am with child, and I am out of my coma, still can't believe I was dumb enough to go through this again, but I am hopeful for great results. Now that I am physically feeling better, I am working on my mental state. I keep thinking over and over about my nightmare skiing experience. (A little insight into my skiing adventure: It was 2 years ago, I got removed from my beginner lesson and placed in private lessons for special needs skiers and completely humiliated by 2 and 3 year olds who skied better than I did, with pacifiers in their mouths. I actually got escorted off the slopes by ski patrol because I slammed into a barrier and knocked out a staff member.) I cried to the warden the other day about my fears and he tried to make me feel better and I told him I felt like having another one feels like he's asking me to go skiing again.
I'll be okay, there's no turning back now, the next challenge is how in the hell do we tell the munchkin that he will soon have a sidekick? He gets pissed when I buy other kid's birthday gifts. He actually gets a little miffed when the warden and I hug too long. We'll figure that out another day!
Although, we were totally conscious of what we were doing, no birth control and a fertility monitor "fertile alert", we were surprised to find out that our little rendezvous worked. We had actually been tinkering with the idea for a little while and made the decision that if it didn't happen, then it'd be okay. We decided that we wouldn't become obsessed with getting knocked up, by going through testing and medication, blah, blah, blah and I was fine with that because the idea of turning my cycles and sex life into a project didn't seem to be a desirable route, to me!
Anyway, enough about the logistics, I am with child, and I am out of my coma, still can't believe I was dumb enough to go through this again, but I am hopeful for great results. Now that I am physically feeling better, I am working on my mental state. I keep thinking over and over about my nightmare skiing experience. (A little insight into my skiing adventure: It was 2 years ago, I got removed from my beginner lesson and placed in private lessons for special needs skiers and completely humiliated by 2 and 3 year olds who skied better than I did, with pacifiers in their mouths. I actually got escorted off the slopes by ski patrol because I slammed into a barrier and knocked out a staff member.) I cried to the warden the other day about my fears and he tried to make me feel better and I told him I felt like having another one feels like he's asking me to go skiing again.
I'll be okay, there's no turning back now, the next challenge is how in the hell do we tell the munchkin that he will soon have a sidekick? He gets pissed when I buy other kid's birthday gifts. He actually gets a little miffed when the warden and I hug too long. We'll figure that out another day!
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