Stir Crazy.

You know how whenever you get on the phone your little kids start trying to get your attention?

"Mom. mom. mom. Hey, MOM. MOM? MOM!! Hey, MOM?!? MOM!!! Hey, MOM!!!!"

Guess what? It doesn't go away. Big kids do it too, and you can't threaten them like you can little kids. While on the phone to BestBuy to find out if, indeed, I had purchased the proper copy of Dance Dance Revolution, my fifteen-year-old son plopped down across from me. Stared at me.

"Jon, this is a private phone call. Do you mind not sitting in?"
"I want to tell you something. It's really important."
"NO way. I'm not playing that game. Go upstairs."
"But it's really important!
"No, it's not. You always do this."
"Seriously! I need to tell you NOW!"
"Is it an emergency?"
"Yes!"
"FINE! What is it?"
"Oh, well, fine, now you made me forget."

I did make it to the treadmill yesterday, although it wasn't for as many miles as I'd originally planned. Still, I ran a couple miles and felt pretty good about that.

I also wrapped presents, found more resources for my procrastination paper, read some blogs, did a couple sudoku puzzles, wrote a few authors for electronic copies of their published papers and cleaned up the downstairs, since my 19-year-old daughter is due to come for the weekend.

My daughter is bringing her fiance, whom I haven't met yet. She's also decided to become a Jehovahs's Witness, which means she doesn't acknowlege most religious holidays, or birthdays, both of which occur next week, so I'm confused as to whether I should get her, them, a present or not. This should be an interesting test of her new faith. After all, you don't get to say, "I'm a Jehovah's Witness. Where's my birthday present?"

This morning, I did the 9:30 spin class at my gym. I had such a good workout that I made a mental note to start going to Friday night spin class starting in January. I could call it my "Mom's night out" or something. I was drenched in sweat when I was done, and my legs were all trembly. good job! I apparently burned something like 700 calories, and I'm still trying to decide how to spend them. I'm thinking something in a nice tater tots from Sonic would do.

Tomorrow, the insanity of the holiday dinner begins. You know the one. It's the one where you use every single pot and pan in the house and no matter how much you planned, there's something missing. Something you have to go to the store for. For me, it's usually Durkee fried onions. My strategy is to prepare everything ahead of time except the roast, and then refrigerate everything and threaten to cut off the fingers of anyone who leaves marks in the pies.

Oh, and that thought you had, the one where you wondered if an "eggnog" flavored protein shake would be yummy? That it would taste just like an extra thick eggnog?

Let me save you the trouble. It isn't, and it doesn't, so put the blender away.


Happy Holiday, y'all.
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