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If you’ve known me five minutes (or gone through the cds in my car), you know I’m a Duranie. It should come as no surprise that I have been following a few of the members of the band on Twitter and Facebook. You know what? It makes me happy that they write such bland, normal tweets. And it makes me happy when their wives and children are interviewed, and they talk about what good men they are. My fantasy is that all the men I’ve had crushes on are ridiculously decent human beings, and are faithful, good husbands. Kind of kills the adolescent thrill of romantic love, but I couldn’t be with a man who would cheat on his wife (and I would never be with a man who thought I was the kind of woman who would cheat on her husband–how rude!) so it works out well.

Why wouldn’t I cheat?

First off, I’m too lazy. I don’t have the energy to lie like that. That’s actually not the first off. The first off is that when I count even the hypothetical cost, it is too expensive. An affair would cost me my marriage, which would cost me partial custody of my child, and no dick is worth losing even an hour of a day with Thor. No romance is worth losing Thor’s respect, or destabilizing his home.

You know, that and I like my husband. I can’t really think of anyone I’d prefer. I know I like living with him, and I know he likes living with me. My mom likes him. I like his family. My friends like him, and I like his friends. And he doesn’t mind that I still giggle when I see Simon LeBon or John Taylor. Why risk that? Pfft. No such thing as greener grass.

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I am going to organize meet ups/networking events for the Women Worth Knowing project. Just seems like the right direction. Might be nothing, but who knows? It might become something.

As Thor is getting older and more independent, I am re-realizing my desire for the company of girlfriends. I miss how Renae, Karen, Leslieann and I used to hang out, and I miss Fourth Fridays. Of course, all of us having families makes it harder to get together, but once a month, why not offer the opportunity for people to gather and say hi, and have someone speak for 15 minutes or so? Can’t hurt.

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I keep trying to read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It’s quite good, but I can only get through a few pages at a time. Maybe I need another memoir?

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Planned Parenthood: I said on my FB that if the government can afford to sponsor a NASCAR, they can afford to sponsor the upkeep on our little red corvettes.

I’ve never used PP, but I’ve taken a few friends in. I know they appreciated the services.

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Target’s panties are fantastic.

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Life is good

I’ve been writing fiction in a bit of a fevered bliss, so I haven’t had time to update here. Now, though, I’ve hit a wall, so it is time to jog the brain with other creative outlets.

I used an Alton Brown recipe to pan sear ribeye steaks last night, and served with jasmine rice and ranch style beans. It was very good! I also used my new bread machine to make a loaf of whole wheat bread, and fed myself a breakfast of that with peanut butter and jelly. Also very good. It’s a pain in the butt to slice the bread, I’ll tell you. But I do like knowing that I know exactly what is in it. Very tasty.

So after howling for months that I do not consume enough calories to maintain my weight at the current activity level–and yet, here I am, still having to suck in to zip my jeans–I am keeping a food diary (again) and am starting to think I really haven’t been eating enough calories and my metabolism might have slowed to nothing. Without correcting for exercise calories burned, my intake over the last week averages somewhere around 1000 calories a day. That is not good for me.

I’ve found that I function best between 1500 and 1800 calories a day. I lose weight faster, I feel better, I have more energy. Granted, I’ve been sick and my appetite has been next to nothing, but even in the last 3 days, I haven’t done very well on getting food in. I guess I’ll start packing snacks.

I am feeling better today. At least, I am feeling well enough to whistle, which means my mood is better. I’m one of those. Humming. Whistling. Singing to myself.

Oh, that reminds me.

One of my life’s most humiliating moments–no, two of them–come from singing to myself and thinking no one could hear, oh, but many people could hear. There is little worse (for me) than getting caught out warbling to myself. Especially when warbling twee C&W.

Thor took a fall yesterday. He said another child knocked him down accidentally, and he just ate pavement. He landed on his face, and from the skid marks on his nose, it looks like someone was trying to use him to play Angry Birds.

His skin is grated, from the top of his nose to his chin, and both upper and lower lips were busted, and the gum above his top left front tooth is bruised dark purple and black. It’s pretty awful looking.

The worst thing is that he said the fall hurt so bad, he couldn’t even get up by himself. He said another mama helped him. I have no idea who that woman is, but I want to thank her. And thank goodness for every person who helps the helpless, you know? I am grateful to the people who pick up the toppled toddlers, and–

Ending this post now because I realized I have forgotten to send a thank you/praise letter to Thor’s afterschool care. Always send thank yous to people who are good to your children!