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My Life Thus Far
2011-06-27 04:39:44 (UTC)

Something Inflammatory

The jury is still out when it comes to figuring out whether today was a good day or just an okay day. It started out great. I got to sleep in, laid around in bed for a couple hours, then got up and headed to the gym. It doesn't open until noon on Sunday. I'm not sure how I forgot that (especially since I work there), but I got there 20 minutes before it opened, so I made the best use of my time and cleaned out the RAV a little.

I had a fantastic workout. I don't get to do many long work outs anymore. I average about an hour to an hour and a half on most days, but today I spent a little over 3 hours sweating it out! I lifted for over an hour did 90 minutes of cardio and spent some time in the sauna and steam room. I felt like Gumby when I was done, but it was a great feeling. I needed a good work out to prepare me for later in the day...

I left the gym a little before 4pm and stopped at Trader Joe's for a few things. I know I've said it before, but I love Trader Joe's. It's a close tie between TJ's and Target for my favorite store. If TJ's sold clothes, it would totally win. VS is a close second, but there's no organic food at VS, so it sadly is not in the running for Jennifer's favorite store :) But I digress. I ended up getting some fresh fruit, spinach artichoke dip, Indian naan (a kind of bread), "Teeny Tiny" potatoes (that was the name on the tag), and some pink lemonade and beef and bean taco dip for Snookums. I just love that store, but I've already said that.

When I got home, Sue was here. I tried stalling outside for as long as possible, but eventually I had to come in. I always feel so awkward around her. Mostly because I'm never sure what she's going to say. One minute we're getting along just fine, then out of the blue she says something inflammatory. Almost like she's doing it JUST to piss me off. I wasn't even home for 10 minutes and she got into a debate over the name of the potatoes I bought. They said "Teeny Tiny" on the tag. These potatoes were seriously tiny. Like, grapes almost. However she insisted that they were "fingerlings". I know what a fingerling potato looks like and these were WAY smaller. Whatever. It's a stupid thing to argue about.

I cooked a pretty good dinner tonight. Lemon Pepper chicken, broccoli florets, the tiny potatoes and homemade croissants. Even Sue complimented me on my cooking skills. I know my way around the kitchen :) Yet somehow, even after a nice family dinner, we still got into another inflammatory conversation:

Sue: "My angel boy is looking piqued. He needs to eat more."
Me: "He's in the 95th percentile for height and weight. He eats enough."
Sue: "Well, then he needs a multi-vitamin."
Me: "He takes his vitamins every morning."
Sue: "I bet he's iron-deficient. I would have his levels checked."
Me: "Sue, he's not starving or deficient. He's just pale!"

I try to be patient with her, but she just keeps jabbing at me. Keenan HAS had his iron level checked. His doctor noted his lack of color and checked for any possible health issues related to it. Nothing. Yes, he is pale, but SHE'S pale. Her son (Keenan's father) is pale. PALE runs in the family! Just because I'm tan doesn't mean my children have to be tan as well. I'll be glad when she leaves on Tuesday. We get along better on opposite sides of the state.

I'm patiently waiting for her to go to bed. I've been left alone with her all evening. My wonderful husband says he's sick and has locked himself in our bedroom, leaving me alone to entertain his mother. He's going to pay for this. It's almost 11pm. I want to go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. Why is she still up? I'm going to have my snack and then I'm going to bed. She can stay up if she likes.




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