The Itchy and Scratchy Show

I swear it's not the remnants of poison ivy.  I think it's just my skin stretchings.  But I'm an constantly scratching lately.  And it feels so gooooood.  I'm using lotion to help counteract it.  Ohhhhhh, but it feels so good to scratch my belly after a long day's work.  Is this what dogs feel like when they get their belly's rubbed?

On a less pleasant note, I'm also getting leg cramps in the middle of the night.  I've never had that before, and I have heard it's a pg problem. Usually, I can just stretch it in bed.  But Saturday night, I had to hop out of bed and straighten my foot to get it to stop.   I need to increase my banana intake, but they are not all that appealing right now, unless they're in a super calcium shake.

I've also realized lately that it's hard to be all that witty on this blog when I'm working a zillion hours per day.  When the thoughts that are occupying my mind are "why is the theory of successful virtual community development important in research?" or "how can I present what our survey research shows to organization about what they should do to be better employers without boring the living hell out of them?" or "what is a nested factorial design and how can I get my students to understand it in a way that won't make their heads pop off their bodies" or "When am I going to find time to clean by bathroom because we're skiing on the scum in the shower, and I don't think that's so safe."  None of those topics make for interesting blog entries, either for me or for any potential readers. 

And when my thoughts are occupied with those topics, then it's really hard to focus on how the little monkey is turning into a soccer player.  Or how when I try on maternity dresses, I am finally understanding what is meant by the word "tent."  A family of four could have camped under the cloth surrounding my hips on that dress yesterday.  I could open my own KOA featuring me standing near a tree offering shade and shelter for small families.  I understand I'm getting bigger.  I can see that everytime I stand in front of a mirror.  But there is no need for me to look like a beached whale in a dress.  And I wonder when I see the these maternity clothes models on the Gap and Old Navy, and their thighs are straining at the fabric what the hell are my legs going to do  in those pants. 

OK.  Off to work.  Off to work on why theories of successful virtual communities are important.  Off to try not to bore those poor managers to death.  Off to figure out if my students are getting anything I'm saying in class lately. 

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