Metal Meredith

If you know me at all, you know that once it gets above 72 degrees, I become a major bitch. The real problem is that I sweat, A LOT. I am not sure if it is due to my girth or just my genetic make-up, but I hate it.

I even asked my doctor last time I was there. He told me it had a lot to do with how my body reacts to heat and after some tests, determined that I don’t have any sort of sweating disease.

It doesn’t make me feel any better, make my hair any less wet and make it easier to wear make-up past May. If Phil didn’t hate cold so much, I would be jetting off to a nice home in the north west of the US right about now. Where last week, it snowed. 

I made these 3 years ago (!!) when we first moved in and put up the new counter.

In our kitchen, there is an overhang where the chairs are pushed under the counter/bar. It created 2 big, sharp and hard corners. Poor Vivienne smacked her head into these more times that I can recall. I am sure this has something to do with Vivienne’s 45 second attention span and selectively impaired hearing.

They are now to protect Henry from the same fate. I bet now he will NEVER ignore me, right?

As heard in my car, yesterday, after going to the store and buying a 12-pack Phil’s favorite sugar cookies. We shared one on the way home.

Vivienne: Mom, why can’t we eat all of the cookies?

Me: We just don’t eat all the cookies. It just isn’t done.

Vivienne: Is it because you are the Boss of the World?

Me: Um, no. Well, I am just the Boss of the Cookies.

Vivienne: Is that your job, like Daddy works on the computer?

Me: Yep, I am the Boss of Cookies and I keep little kids alive and healthy and the house from falling apart.

Vivienne: Wow. I am just the Boss of Me. Can I have another cookie?

No matter who I support, no matter how much I am sick of hearing it all, no matter how I feel about politics in general, I am thrilled to be living during this time in America.

I am excited that I am alive for this. I am thrilled that Vivienne won’t know any different. The sky is the limit, isn’t it? (I had a dream 2 nights ago that the Obama family took Vivienne for the weekend and took her to see a Terminator movie. My 5 year old, a Terminator movie! Not sure what my mind is trying to tell me, but obviously all of this is weighing heavily).

And even though my Dad likes to send me political crap that makes me cringe and sometimes hurts my feelings, he can’t even deny that this is pretty darn cool, historically speaking.