WNBP: Spring Fashion, Travel And Fitness

Yeah.  I'm like a regular women's magazine these days.  I've got it goin' on.  Let's run down this weeks bullet points:

*I had a meeting in Lebanon today.

*I get a kick out of saying that because anyone who doesn't know that Maine has pretty much stolen every town name from somewhere else will think I travel to exotic locales.  

*I drove several miles over bad roads and past run down trailers.  We stress different syllables when we pronounce our version of Lebanon so we can pretend that we invented it.

*I'm still calling it, "travel."  I don't get out that way very often.

*Before I left for the meeting, I had to go check in with the principal.  Our conversation went like this:

Ms. Sheep:  Hi Mr. Principal.  I am going to Lebanon today.  Things upstairs are not going well so I am very late for my meeting and the Cheerful Teaching Assistant is looking a little "frayed."  Just thought you'd want to know...

Mr. Principal:  What's going on up there?

MS:  Well, The Kid Who Has Separation Issues is not dealing with Mommy going to a meeting very well.  He is making my leaving the building somewhat challenging.

MP:  You could take him with you.

MS:  Well, I have a team of engineers working on that gigantic baby sling for me, but it is taking a while.  And costing a fortune.  I should have a receipt for you soon.  Meanwhile, he is going to have to stay here.

MP:  (double over laughing at the image of Ms. Sheep lugging around a thirteen year old child with separation issues...he finds me amusing)  So...are you coming back?

MS:  Yes.  Wait...I mean no.  I didn't know there was a choice.

MP:  There isn't.  You have to come back.  

MS:  Please!  What are they going to do to me?  Transfer me to the bad job at the Middle School?  It's been done.  They can't fire me.  No one else will do this job.

MP:  I'll return you to the classroom by any means necessary.  I'm retiring.  What are they going to do to me?

*He won.  I came back.

*Wardrobe stress over my needing to attend a retirement dinner in a month's time continues unabated.  I have issues.

*I am not wearing a dress.  That is final.  I wavered a bit, I'll admit.  But I won't do it.  It would be wrong.  

*Dresses scare me a little.  They are very unpredictable thanks to their their swirling in the breezes and tendency to get stuck in one's panty hose.  I have enough to worry about what with the upper arm situation and having to remember not to wave too enthusiastically for fear that I will inadvertently slap a poor waiter who is just trying to serve me my chicken.

*People never think about the poor waiter in these sorts of situations.  But I do.  And I won't risk any sort of harm to a waiter just so I can wear a dress.  I need to be focused.

*Speaking of the upper arm situation, I have been focusing a great deal of the weight portion of my workouts on the triceps.  Now I can't wave at all.  I can raise my arm to a certain point, then I must make little whimpering noises and slowly lower it back to the starting point.  

*Yup.  I'm looking pretty hot these days.  Big baby sling and flappy, (yet strangely immobile) arms.  That with the whimpering and I'm like a beauty queen.

*I don't leave the house much.  I think we can all see the reason for this.  It is just too much to expect of the general public...

*I'm still not knitting.  I can't seem to narrow it down to a pattern choice.  

*But I'm thinking about knitting so I can still call this a knitting blog.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

*Remember the last knitting slump?  When it finally broke, I knit eight thousand baby thingies for my niece and her little kidlet.  

*Any minute now, I'm gonna bust loose with a torrent of knitting.  It'll be epic.  I'm resting up for it, that's all.

*That's my story...yeah, that one.  I'm gonna stick with that.  It sounds better, I think.  Almost like I have a plan.

*And like I'm not obsessing over how the heck I am going to lose a full dress size in the two days left before I go for my fitting for a bridesmaid dress and cure upper arm flap in a month without surgery.

*Because that might make me look a little crazy...

Hope the day has treated everyone well and that you found the perfect outfit or baby sling to meet your fashion needs.  Or that you are knitting something nice.  Those all seem like very good things to me right now.

SA