to follow up....

After talking with a friend who is a health care provider and my mother in law who once practiced as a nurse, we decided to take Peanut to the Dentist today. She was perfectly fine. He said she loosened the ligament that held the teeth and that they would tighten up just fine.

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"Barrack Obama works there," peanut said as we passed the state capitol. Ugh... sometimes she is so smart it is scary. We need to watch our language and our sexual innuendos.

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I have been thinking a lot about my style lately. I have always been attacted to a tailored look with heals and makeup. I guess, in my mind, that is what looks like a modern successful woman. I have bought a few pieces that don't fit right or are too fancy to not wear makeup so I end up not wearing them. My style has ended up being kinda boring and hit or miss. I do have some nice clothes, but really it all breaks down because I have so many style restrictions. These are restrictions that are completely outside of finding something that looks nice and fits on my large frame. (and I realize that everyone has a hard time finding clothes that look right and fit, but I get to complain because I do have a weird frame).

So I realize now that I need to find clothes that work well with either my brown pair of Joseph Siebels or my black pair of Joseph Seibels (we won't go into how hard it is for me to find shoes with my narrow foot). This realization was really freeing for me. I know it sounds kind of dumb, but I guess in a way it is part of accepting who I am. I am granola. Yes, I am modern, and I do laugh at hippies. I also need to face the fact that I belong to two different food co-ops and use cloth diapers. I think that maybe in my rush to grow up and be accepted as a career women I forgot that.