Yesterday, I met Amy and her baby girl, Vivian , for lunch.
Man, was it great to get out of the house and have some adult conversation.
And some fish tacos.
One would think I'd have behaved and "acted" like a member of Weight Watchers, but, I lose all control with the fish tacos. (HA! HA! HAA!) Creamy white sauce and crispy fish, a greater combination does not exist. So, I had THREE. That's right. I ate up all of my points for the day right there in front of a blogger who could have totally wrote bad things about what a pig I am on the internet. And if it wasn't bad enough that I ate THREE fish tacos, I also tried to get Gabby to do her "fart on command" trick at the table while eating those three fish tacos AND I totally picked up my straw from the ground and used it because I'M GROWN I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.
It seriously blows my mind that people aren't lined up to hang out with me.
You notice how I started out talking about meeting Amy for lunch, but then I end up talking about MYSELF for the next 20 minutes? That's pretty much what I did the entire lunch. Talked and talked and talked about myself and my kids. That's a really bad habit that I have that I SWEAR TO GOD I'm not going to do everytime I meet someone new, but, once I get around another adult, I'm overcome with excitement and I'm like "blahblahblahMEblahGabbyBLAHFARTGABBY!blahblahblah) I was SO mad at myself the entire way home. Why can't I shutup for five seconds and let the other person talk?
I blame Bush.
I discovered something very profound about my daughter while watching her with Vivian. She acts JUST LIKE ME. She, like myself, has this obsessive need to hug and touch people.
Proof:
She's all "awwww, look, a baby! I must pet the baby. I must let the baby know I love her and how pretty she is. Pretty baby."
"Why is the pretty baby not letting me pet her? Why is she walking away? Does she not know that I am the center of the universe and that I am the Princess of Everything and I want to pet her and hug her?"
"I want to hug the baby. I WILL hug the baby."
Mission accomplished.
It's kind of scary how similar we are, scary but yet, in those photos? So very cute. Poor Vivian. She's such a gentle, sweet little girl, and seemed completely overwhelmed by my little ham, but that didn't stop my daughter from gettin' all up in her PREFACE. (inside joke that isn't really funny to anyone but me and Joelle, so, I really should stop saying it here, but I can't because it is hilarious to me)
Meeting Amy reminded me of why I love "blogging". I love the connection I make with people whom I never would have met were it not for The Internet. Incredible, kind, passionate, beautiful women. I know people who don't blog do not understand it, and that's fine, I can accept that not everyone will 'get it'. As I drove away from our lunch, I felt so lucky to have this outlet in which I can express myself and, in the process, meet the most amazing, beautiful people.
I love fish tacos.