* I justify this by knowing that when I watch the Packers, they lose. Henceforth, my not watching the Packers (so they can win) proves my level of fanship dedication.
* We just returned home from my mother's birthday party. She is 62. But she doesn't look like she is in her 60's at all. I hope I inherit this gene.
* Angie taught us all about LeMere's. LeMere's are these little hook-like things on the ends of your genes which dictate your aging process. Long LeMere's = Slow Aging. Short LeMere's = rapid aging. Mom's like us who parent "challenging" youngsters tend to have drastically shortened LeMere's.
* BUT, working out, just several time a week, lengthens these hooky things, thereby combating the aging that parenting "challenging" kids creates. So punching and kicking the snot outta of a punching bag is good on more than one level. Score!
* My weekly "challenging" parenting highlight involved URin, the Tween's snow boot, and a snowbank. Can you beat that LeMere-shortening experience for the week?
* I have my 4 youngest kids in bed, the Mister and the Tween at a Packer party, a kick-ass knitting project on the stix and a kick-ass book on my Kindle. What to do, what to do? (once I'm done blogging, that is.)
* Because the Tween has left the building, the Papillon is psychotically barking every time there is a noise in the house. Ugh.
* The fact that there is an unwatched episode of Glee on my DVR has decided this for me. Knitting + Glee first, Kindle + Fresh Clean Bedsheets second.
* I love my Kindle SO MUCH that I would like to make out with it. Except for the fact that I'm married. And the Kindle is a machine. But not that kind of machine. So instead I'll just use the make-out reference only as an illustrative measure of how much I love my Kindle.
* How's this blogging after two glasses of wine and a birthday cake sugar-high working out for me?
* I am probably completely desecrating the word "LeMere." It's probably the wrong word entirely. It was nearly two weeks ago when we discussed this at knitting, and I do recall that it is a last name. So, Angie, my brilliant, scientific friend, my apologies. And my complete begging for you to start your own blog.
* Glee and a knitting project await.
* Have a Great Weekend!
* Go, Pack, Go!