Miscellaneous Musings

I'm back on Weight Watchers. I feel really grouchy. I have at least 5-8 pounds to lose to get back to that pre-preg weight. It depends on the day how much I have to lose. I looked back on old WW food books and I am eating less than what I ate when the weight just slid off after my first baby. What gives? Same exercise too. ARGH! I'm committed though....

The above image is a dress I recently made for MiniMe. It will probably only fit her for three more days. Note to self: always sew something a size bigger to be safe. Oh well.

Tomorrow I have my first photography class! I hope that means my images will improve here on this site. I can't wait to learn more and change some of my bad picture-taking habits. I might use some birthday money to buy a new lens.

Speaking of birthday, mine is next week. 35. Advanced maternal age. That is what 35 has always meant to me. How funny. The age where having babies becomes more risky or where they ask you to take more tests. Is that true really? I'm not having a baby but I lay awake this morning thinking about being 35. That only makes me two years younger than my mom was when she died. I can't believe it.

This weekend at our garage sale, MiniMe had a really interesting conversation with one of our shoppers. It went like this:

MiniMe to Shopper (I should mention that the shopper was about 50 yrs old and minding her business and looking at books when MiniMe bombarded her): Where's your daddy? (now what the heck made her care to know this info from this lady?)
Shopper (taken aback): Oh, well, my daddy lives far away.
MiniMe: I have a daddy and a mommy.
Shopper: Is that your daddy? (pointing to B)
MiniMe: Yes. But you know what?
Shopper: What?
MiniMe: My mommy's mommy is dead. She's in heaven with Taylor (our late dog).
Shopper: (looking to me in confusion) Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.
MiniMe: Yes, thank you.

What is it about kids bringing up sensitive subjects at the most random and inappropriate moments? We'll be at the drive up window of a restaurant and she'll ask me how my mom died. So interesting.

Don't ask me what made me write all that. Have a great week!