Kids are weird

The other day we were all in the car, chatting about sledding. At the same time, Brad and I thought of the same memory from about 5 years ago...
We went sledding at the elementary school and half way down the hill, Jaimen flew off his sled and landed on his face and cried like it was ripped off (I really don't think the pain was that bad but I'm guessing it scared the ba-jonks out of him).
Much to our surprise, Jaimen didn't remember this. Mr Steal Trap Memory Kid did not recall this happening at all. Mr Remember When I Was 4 And I Got Stung By A Bee At The Pool didn't have one ounce of recollection of this event.
What does this all mean? Nothing really, I just thought it was weird.

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PS Coming back to life is crazy yo.

What do you mean I can't have sugar?

I have a dr appointment today where I have the pleasures of getting the glucose test. What's a glucose test you wonder? I'm not 100% sure but I think it means they are seeing if I'm developing gestational diabetes. What does that mean? I don't know. All's I know is that I can't eat an hour before the appointment and I have to 'go light' and not 'gorge myself' on sugar beforehand says my dr.
Um, excuse me, do you know me dr person?
Clearly you don't. Because if you did, you would know that me staying away from sugar is like trying to walk with no feet, making yellow cake without chocolate frosting, or thinking that little niece M is not a complete duplicate of myself (this was confirmed by a story I heard last night about her thinking a conversation about Pop Tarts and ants was actually about cantaloupe---still laughing!).
I love sugar. Me and sugar are friends and if I don't interact with it, it will think I am upset with it and we don't want sugar hurt or sad. How am I suppose to not eat sugar when there is a jumbo size box of Twinkies in the break room that I bought at Sam's Club yesterday because they looked so delicious? How am I not suppose to just open up the one drawer in my desk and not eat an almond Hershey bar? How am I suppose to pretend that a Swiss cake roll isn't in my purse? How am I suppose to ignore the big bowl of candy sitting directly in front of me full of Tootsie Rolls (probably pretty easily being as they are the the last thing I would eat but guess what's in them? SUGAR)? My stomach is growling just thinking about all these things.
I guess I'll just have to suck it up until after the appointment, which I might like to add, is at 1130am. Who scheduled this anyway? Why would you schedule an appointment where you can't eat an hour beforehand over lunch hour? Idiots! (It was me FYI but I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?).
Hopefully I'll survive today, if not, all my worldly belongings (ie ummm, wait, I know I have something, hmmmm, nope...I guess I don't have anything...oh well).

Hungry,
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