What's Up With Me (BRILLIANT post title, right?)

Great news-- my friend Jenni did not need a hysterectomy and they had to remove a smaller portion of her cervix than they had initially thought, so she should still be able to have children.  Which means I am off the hook, but everyone will still know I was WILLING to help out.  It's like I would give you a kidney, dude, but whoops, we aren't a match.  And now I have a babysitter for life because HELLO, I was going to babysit your kid for 40 weeks inside MY WOMB, and that's a little hard to say no to.  Guess I will have to find another gimmick for my book, though.

Have you seen The Food Revolution on t.v. with Jamie Oliver?  Of course not, you probably have plans on Friday night.  My social calendar, uncluttered and streamlined as it is, allowed me to catch the first episode.  And I have to say, it actually made me feel a little better about what I'm feeding my kids.  I mean, I know I write a lot about what a food slut I am, and how I need to cut back our meat portions and love of white flour, but I don't often write about the good stuff.  (How boring would that be?) I'm proud to say that almost all the dinners I prepare involve me shoving my hand up some chicken orifice and lots of manic vegetable chopping.  Point is, at least I start with real food-- real produce and meat before it's processed and preserved to death.  Before I had kids, I was a boxed food junkie-- whatever was quick and easy.  Fortunately, my husband is a tremendous cook and taught me a lot.  I'm still no Julia Childs, but I have come a long way, my friends.  And I feed my kids a green vegetable at every dinner-- it's like my saving grace.  If they turn out to be delinquents and addicts, I can hold on to the fact that I gave them broccoli and lima beans, and really, what more could one ask of a mother? 

Next week is Spring Break for us here, to coincide with Master's Week--duh.  Even my azaleas dare not bloom until Tiger and Phil get here.  We will be heading out of town to visit my friend Christi in St. Mary's and then on to Tybee Island.  During this trip I will be meeting people I only know through this blog and Facebook, and will be reuniting with my best friend from high school, whom I haven't seen in well over 15 years.  So I guess I need to wax the trucker mustache and brows, and maybe the bikini area (in case the shots of Jager get out of hand).  I'm a little nervous, to tell you the truth.  Have I mentioned before I have a slight case of social anxiety?  I know it's hard for you to imagine me as anything but brilliantly witty in real life, but the truth is, I'm not so good at the talking to real people thing.  It's like I suddenly turn aphasic and can only blurt out really awkward and inappropriate things.  I once saw someone I knew at a restaurant-- I was in my early 20's and he was probably in his late 30's, and sitting with a couple of other men (probably business associates).  He had been a regular customer where I had worked at before, and I had hung out with him outside of work a few times along with my coworkers.  Anyway, my great ice breaker?  I showed him the scar on the inside of my upper arm and announced I had just gotten my Norplant birth control implant removed.

I'm pretty sure his friends thought I was a hooker.

So you have been warned, internet friends who think you want to meet me.  Just sayin'.

P.S.  Oh, big thanks to Susanne over at Married Geeks for giving me the Sunshine Award.  If you haven't checked them out yet, you should.  She and her husband are currently living with their children in China for 6 months, and their attempts at navigating the cultural gap are hilarious.  Be warned, though, it will make you hungry.