Not Me Monday

This will probably be my last post for the week, as I have not been procrastinating on preparing to teach my Birthing From Within Childbirth Prep class this coming weekend. I do not find blogging as a great distraction escape from the things that need to be done. Please stick with me, my Faithful Few, while I study sunbathe and prepare for the upcoming class.

As things will be a little quiet on my end this week, I will leave you with a few "Not Me's" that did not happen to me over the past few days.

Perhaps you read my wonderful, long, Not Me Monday story last week about my infatuation with Ziploc baggies, and my life-time supply? If not, you can catch up here.

Well, my dear friend and Doula partner, (and brand new Mama of two!) Trish, did not let me know of her desperate need of Freezer bags. I, of course, was more than willing to part with a few boxes, and promptly let her know that I would drop some off. I did not then go to the pantry to pull out a box or two to put by the front door, only to realize.... that it was Sandwich baggies that I had a life-time supply of, not Freezer! I did not completely confuse the two while writing my NMM last week. Nope, I do not have naturally blonde hair. Not Me!

After meeting with a potential, new Doula client, I did not find my tummy grumbling on the drive home. There was not a Taco Del Mar conveniently located at the next street, and I did not decide to pull in and eliminate my grumbling tummy. I did not order two, soft, chicken taco's to-go, with a side of chips and guacamole (which was the worst guac I've ever had. My fault I suppose for expecting fresh guac at 9pm). I would never drive and eat, definitely not. If you were to have passed me on the highway, and looked into my car, you would not have seen my feeble attempts to eat soft taco's while driving a standard (stick-shift). There was not hot salsa and chicken juice dripping down my arm and landing in fun little pools on my shirt, pants, and seat. My face and lap were not covered in Pico de Gallo and tortilla chip crumbs. After attempting miserably to not eat one taco and drive, I definitely did not unwrap the second taco and continue to down my mexican path of destruction. Nope, not me!

I was not wearing white, plaid shorts, while out at a family carnival at The Husband's job site. "Someone"...very...ahem... "special" cursed did not come a knockin' on my outhouse door while stopping in for a quick potty break. Of course I am ALWAYS prepared and I did not need to become extremely creative with toilet paper. Nope, not me!

See you in a week, My Faithful Few!