is it just me?

This week I have been thinking about eating sugar and how, well, I shouldn't do it. I had two cavities filled, and then had to go back and have one repaired the following day, so I have been much more aware of what I put in my mouth. I have actually kind of convinced myself that all my cavities have more to do with genetics than sugar, but maybe that is just to help me sleep at night. Anyway, you know how diets will say to eat a piece of fruit instead of dessert? I am here to report that shit does not work. Just in case you were thinking of trying it.

(Okay, I actually started this post last Thursday, and am now finishing on Monday.) I saw said earth mama at a girls' night out on Thursday. It came to light that she and her husband were "semi professional" salsa dancers when they lived in DC. Of course they were. She also said that she is hoping to get a job, but she currently can't find "suitable" child care. She knows I work which basically means she is telling me I use unsuitable child care...so, see previous paragraph. alas.

It's snowing again here. How novel! We had these huge mounds of snow after December, and then miraculously we had a January thaw. While I kind of missed the high stakes game of peekaboo that you have to play every time you turn a corner since the plow mounds were so high you couldn't see around them, it was nice to see the ground again. But, it didn't last. Fortunately I was lamenting not having taken a picture of baby lizard in huge snow mounds, so now I will get my chance. It has also been insanely freezing which is a total drag. Did you see all those crazy people at the Packers game with no shirts on? There is no need for that. You can cheer in a sweatshirt. Honestly. I have come to the conclusion that I really hate driving in the snow, and I think I would really enjoy having a personal driver. Unfortunately I had to take my car to the dealer to get fixed because it had a problem only the dealer can fix. It was a big fancy dealership and they have free snacks and coffee and internet and all other kinds of stuff. When I made my appointment they asked if I would like to use their shuttle service. YES, yes I would. So this nice young man gave me a ride to work, and even stopped at my house on the way to pick up something I forgot. How awesome is that? Then he picked me back up and took me to get my car. I am totally mystified as to why all those silly little starlets get DUIs. Girls, hire a driver. 1) It's so much nicer than driving yourself; 2) you can afford it; and 3) you won't get arrested nearly as often. Everybody wins. So, if I ever get super rich (which I really don't see happening, but I think it is important to plan ahead) I think I would like to have driver. Actually, I guess the bus is kind of the ghetto version of having a driver, and even that isn't so bad. But the personal driver thing is way better.

An aside on the trip to the dealer: I looked at my car as I was getting out and was kind of humiliated at the condition of the interior. It is very child abused, and there was an entire ziploc of cheerios that baby lizard had dumped on the floor and I hadn't had time (or inclination) to vacuum up. There was an assortment of things strewn across the back seat, etc. You know how it is. But my favorite part is that they bring out those paper things and put them on the floor to protect the mats. I want to say "did you not see the baby bomb shrapnel in the back seat? did you not notice that a family of mice could eat for a year off the cheerios in the back? do you really think you need to protect my mats?" But, they did. They also washed the exterior of my car, probably to help themselves sleep better at night.

Last week was a week of maintenance. I got my drain fixed, my teeth fixed, and my car fixed. Make no mistake about it, my life is very glamorous. Getting older, owning a house and having kids all help you be so carefree! Blech.