I am a freak!

Ok, I have been e-mailed by some friends asking why I haven't updated my blog. I don't as a general rule blog on weekends. Mostly because I want to spend time with the family and mostly because I can't stand my husbands incessant eye-rolling when anyone say the word "blog". He hates blogs. I don't think he knows how to read with tone. He reads everything monotone (which is why I think he loves Dilbert) and he doesn't have any imagination(except when thinking of crazy do-it-yourself things like home brewing, roasting your own coffee, home brewing and coming up with ways to drive me nuts by constantly making me do math ...Sorry for the tangent.) There is why I don't blog on the weekends. I don't need any excuse for my husband to make fun of me.
What's new you ask? Well, Friday night was the first time I left my oh-so-very-precious son with a sitter. Actually, it was two friends of mine and I was only going to be a half a mile up the road but still a major milestone for me! I got dressed and did my hair and make-up. Which I feel I should mention, are also major milestones for me. I even put earrings on as I walked out of the house since I wasn't afraid my son would yank them out leaving me lobe-less. I was feeling good (and by good I mean like a normal human being). Something about being a nursing mom severely inhibits my party mood/mode. I was having a great time chatting it up with my friends at the club and I felt like it had been forever since I was childless (in or out of the womb). You know what? It had been a whopping 47 minutes before I started wondering what Michael was doing. It felt like 2 hours but was only 47 minutes. Am I lame or what? About that time I started fighting every urge to call my friends Erin and Aubrie to make sure everything was alright. I could run home for God's sake if I really needed to. There were a million and one ways that they could get a hold of me if there was an emergency. I didn't need to call them, but I desperately wanted to. I finally did call after about 2 real hours. They weren't at the the house though and I started to panic. I started sweating. The most awful thoughts are racing through my head. What if he fell? What if he wouldn't take the bottle? What if he is screaming? I say to myself as calmly as possible," I am sure they would call me on the way to the E.R." I found "Yoda" (Erin's husband) and ask him to call and find his wife. Phew!! They were only down the street at Aubrie's house. All in all Mike was fine. He was happy and entertained and very well cared for. Why am I such a freak?...Speaking of freaks..
My son hates nice fresh grass on his bare feet. He shrieks with great disdain when his skin is placed on grass. What a weirdo.
Also, on the news front I am getting a new camera it should be here this week so be prepared to be bombarded with photos of my fabulous son. I can't wait and I bet you all out there in internet land can't wait either.
Oh, one more reason why I am a freak. I love pageants and can't figure out why I am not a judge for one. Seriously. I can judge people like no other. Congratulations Miss Universe: Miss Puerto Rico. You weren't my first pick(that was Miss Mexico) but you weren't my last either.