diary of a dorky mom

I got some test results back the other day and it seems that just about everything we tested for (all hormonal) came back as "depressed."   Isn't it interesting that a girl can act so hormonal when the problem is that she just doesn't have enough?  I am taking a couple of things, one being some ground up bovine (and I have already told myself all of the moo jokes FYI) adrenal supplement.  More interesting enough, I was telling my editor last night that I think I feel a difference already.  My brain fog isn't as bad as usual during the day.  But also, I said, there is something else I am feeling.  I told her that I think I'd call it irritated.  And my editor immediately remarked how when she first met me I was irritated at the husband all of the time but not so much in the past couple of years.

Have I mentioned that Josh has a man crush on his school librarian?  Josh loves books.  Josh loves reading.  Josh thinks he may want to be a librarian one day (I'm pushing for novelist).  Josh wanted to give his school librarian a little token of gratitude at the holidays and when Josh snuck into the other room to fill out the card, I had to know why, so I looked and what Josh didn't want me to see was that he signed it "From Josh aka: your biggest fan."  And the school librarian, he's a nice guy,  eats it all up and when he got the latest copy of Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw way before all the bookstores are going to get it, he slipped it to Josh on the sly.  

Have you seen this series?  It's sold in the kids section and kids like it well enough, but I read the whole series and I think they are hilarious!  Josh read this latest book in it's entirety last night and wanted me to read it before he brought it back to school.  Since I have been kind of bored watching tv while on the posh club cardio equipment I decided to read while exercising today.   I was cackling and giggling and pfffttting while my legs were pumping and pumping away and I thought I was probably being low key and discreet enough since everyone wears headphones and listens to something while exercising even if they are reading (I had VH-1 on) until I had a real gufaw type of outburst and I saw the guy on the machine next to mine trying to figure me out.  It was only then, about 30 minutes after he saddled up next to me that I realized the dude was headphone-less and hearing me getting all hysterical while reading a kids book.  If I was my own (in a separate body) friend I would totally love me to death.