Four days

That's how long it takes before Stupid Girl takes over. BUT! Here is what is good about Super Rational Me. Instead of running another mile on the treadmill, which is what I wanted to do, what I did is call Cullen. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, wanting to run on the treadmill, but I already did my 2 miles today and I spiral fast. Sadly I've had more than one psychologist admire my mad skills at being logical like a boy when I have to be. :D For being such a head case, I'm pretty fricken reasonable.

ANYWAYS. I'm a little disappointed in me. FOUR DAYS? Really? Four days is all I can handle before I want to do MORE? Instead, I decided that whatever Cullen said is what would be. But before that, I tried all my tricks on him to get him to agree to one more mile today. He didn't budge. I was in the middle of a pout when he reminded me that The Locator is on alllll night long, and in an hour Whose Line will be on and then he'll be home and we'll laugh ourselves to bed. I will have made it.

And because I'm mega rational (hahahhaha!) and I know that *I* am the one with jacked thinking, I just listen to Cullen and I'll be good even though he'd never know if I ran on the treadmill, around the block, or to Mars.

I've seen all these episodes already. I'm hungry and I don't want carrots or anything else I've cooked. SIGH. *smirk* I wonder if he'd get me a Wendy's burger on his way home. If that's not the WORST food choice EVER, at the worst time to eat EVER....I wonder if I care?

Today I brought NonWillow into the office. I went into VP's office and said "Wanna see my spider's molt?" and he said "No. But don't leave because that doesn't mean I won't look." hehehe So he checked it out. Then he says "OH! Did you see the article in the paper the other day?" I thought it was another spidey article. I said "No. What was it?" "A guy...he donated a kidney. Found someone on facebook. It was good. Go pull it up." This was the first time he'd talked to me about it since I emailed him. Well, if you don't count his "Nicki you are beyond help." comment. HAHAHAH. WHO, ME? So then I went and picked the kids up from mom. She asked me what blood type I am. "A positve. What are you?" She didn't know. She was actually asking me because she'd ended up somewhere on facebook on a couple of people's pages- people who need kidney's. Said she'd noticed they both need A+ donors.

*WHAT?!*

This woman (does she read it? I LOVE YOU MOM, just in case you do!) blows my mind. Do you know the things I've thrown at her? My teenage years for one, which were horrid. Then I meet Cullen (I'm sure she cheered loudly)....so I marry and go away, and have babies. Then I want to homeschool (and I did til I found a school. Not that that's "really" homeschooling. It's what everyone does for a 5 year old. But I did it through k12.com) My dad did NOT like that. :) Mom rolled with it, because she's so like that! Then the surrogacy. She worried, then she rolled with it. Head shaving. She watched me get my head shaved! Surgeries, surgeries and a kidney. I was so nervous when it was time to tell her that I was ACTUALLY doing it instead of just talking about it. And now look! Now look at her! I thought for a minute I was getting set up on a blind date for a kidney donation. :D Okay, I'm kidding, but honestly. I'm probably as surprised by her never ending support and love as she is by anything I ever do. I've got a good Momma story coming up. Don't you wish they had some new episodes of The Locator on for me (you)? hahah!