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1.  About a week ago, the amazing Amber Johnson, editor-in-chief of the Denver Post’s Mommy-Blogger group, Mile High Mamas, contacted me and asked me if I’d be willing to send them a post to be published there this week.  And, of course, I think I may have squealed and hyperventilated a bit and sounded way too over-eager when I said, “um, SURE!”  Anyway, it’s there now, so please go and read it— and comment, so that it looks like people like me…  Because I would feel like a big fat idiot if they published my post and then it just sat there, comment-less, with, perhaps, a big neon flashing sign above it saying, “LOSER.”

2.  Thanks so much to Heather of the EO for being such a marvelous Soap Opera Sunday host for the month of September!  We are now looking for a host for the month of October.  The theme of the month will be long-distance relationships (hey, Melissa, you asked for it)!  If anyone would be willing to be the host-of-the-month, please let me know and I’ll give you all the details.  Wheeee!  Yay for Soap Opera Sunday!

3.  When was the last time someone called you a bitch?  I suspect that people may call me that behind my back, but I don’t actually remember the last time someone called me that to my face!  And then, last night happened.  After what can only be referred to as a day from hell, I took a meal to a woman in my ward (church congregation) who had just had a baby.  I had to find a place to park where I could carry in the food and keep an eye on Isaac who was still in the car (because I couldn’t carry him AND the food).  It was an apartment complex and apparently every parking spot is assigned.  I didn’t know that.  Plus, I was just dropping something off, super quickly, so I wasn’t really paying attention to the way I parked.  Anyway, I come back out and there’s a woman and her teenage daughter standing by my car.  The woman says, “BITCH!  Don’t you know there’s guest-parking over there!?  You took my spot!”  Oh, yikes.  I apologized profusely and told her that I understood why she was so angry— I’d be mad too!  I told her I was only dropping something off and that I was new around here and didn’t know.  And then the teenage daughter says, “Hmmm, I think you were just being a BITCH.”

At first I was stunned that the daughter had talked to me that way.  Then I realized that OF COURSE the daughter talked that way, thanks to her mother’s charming example.   Still, the whole thing really shook me up (possibly because, as I say, it came at the end of what had already been the day from hell).  I got into my car before either of these two started a fist-fight with me (because I would have lost pathetically, though wouldn’t that have been a fun blog-post?) and drove away, feeling hurt and really sad for society in general— is this how we’re going to talk to each other?  Is this how we’re going to teach our kids to talk to each other?

4.  The fish is still alive, for those of you who were wondering.  And no, we haven’t bought our dog yet.  We’ll almost certainly be getting a golden retriever, and we’re looking into getting him from a local rescue.  Hoping to find a puppy…

5.  That is all.