Not Me Monday: the celebrity version

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

It's been a few weeks since I have participated in this blog carnival, but now is as good a time as ever to jump back in!

This week, I certainly did not eat more than my fair share of baked goods, while we had a storm that lasted days, a rare occurrence here in Sunny So Cal.  I did not finish off half a loaf of beer bread on my own, as well as polish off lots of cookie dough batter and freshly baked cookies.  Not me!

I was not right twice this week, about two of my daughters needing antibiotics.  The doctors I saw did not seem a bit incredulous that a parent knew when to bring their sick children in.

In the midst of a chaotic week of sick children, I did not find myself at the fine establishment of 7-11, purchasing bananas and macaroni and cheese.  I would never buy fruit at a convenience store.  Not me.

I am not considering myself a Z-list Celebrity (not even good enough to make the D-list) because I tweeted about Carrie Underwood & Jillian Michaels, and then got this reply. 

Adding to my Z-list, or maybe pushing it to X-list Celebrity status, MckMama's new friend from the cruise, was not on my floor as a freshman when I was a Resident Assistant.  I did not connect with her on Facebook recently, and then just a few weeks later see her in a photo MckMama tweeted from the MckCruise, and then see reference to her and her husband (who she was dating while in college) on MckMama's blog.  And I'm not shameless enough to blog about my tiny thread of a connection to her.  (And if we're not being shameless, she was in the room next to me, and just as sweet as can be.)


And in closing today, while bathing my toddler and baby,  I did not find myself telling my almost 3-year old to "please don't put that spoon in the baby's crack."  And at lunch with friends this weekend I did not tell same toddler , "please stop yelling nipples" and "please stop yelling that your nipples are bigger." Nope, not me.  My children are well behaved and would never speak with such inappropriate language.  And of course I do not find myself stifling laughter whenever I have to say things of this nature.

Not me!