I did a bad, bad thing

I can't believe I did it. I hung out with some moms at a church.

GASP! SHOCK! KELLY CLARKSON!!!

My sister: "What?!? And you didn't burst into flames?!" Thanks for the support.

It was a mother's meeting in the basement of the local church, and they get together to do small projects, read short books, and discuss their lives. It's not normally something I'd go to. The moms were nice, and I couldn't quite pass it up when I heard they had free daycare during the meeting. Hells yeah, even if it was two teenagers who looked like Marilyn Manson's body doubles.

Everyone but me and one other mom had been there for all the other meetings, so when I walked in ten minutes late - I had no intentions of going until I had an overwhelming feeling of guilt... I was raised Catholic - the women all turned and smiled and immediately hit me with a barrage of questions.

Funniest moment of the day: One of the much older moms was listing off her many, many vacations all over the world and her upcoming trip to Egypt (read: bragging) and she said, "The Lord has blessed my life in so many ways." I responded with, "It makes me wish we had waited a few more years to get married and have kids so we could have afforded to travel." The woman seemed absolutely taken aback at the idea of not getting married and having kids as soon as was physically possible. It took all my strength not to say, "Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. In fact, I think I'm gonna go home and breed right now."

It seems that each woman is in charge of planning the activities for one meeting. The very nice woman in charge of today's events pulled a framed prayer from the wall of the church bathroom and read it to us as her "planned activity." Way to improvise! Another said she couldn't watch "Passion of the Christ" because she knew she'd "be bawling through the whole thing." I don't wanna ruin it for you, but in the end, HE DIES.

As I looked around the room, I analyzed the potential for buddies:

Two of the seven women were breastfeeding babies at the table on-and-off for the entire hour and were "extremely proud" of that fact. Most of the women I know who breastfed were more discreet and wouldn't just whip out their whole boob in front of others. Cover up a little, and if you're gonna be flinging those things around, please move out of my line-of-sight. Thanks! If someone's gonna be ripping their shirt off in public for attention it's me.

Another really quiet woman was newly pregnant and so severely overweight she needed a cane to get around. Not that I'm in primo shape, but she wasn't exactly someone who would like to do any hiking or speed shopping. Unless it was on one of those cool carts that beeps when it backs up! Okay, we'll keep her in reserve.

Another woman was a grandma with four children older than me. Sorry.

That leaves three women:

One was new to the group and was so nice and laughed genuinely, not like she was trying to be totally "proper." I liked her.

The second was Lutheran and she kept giving me the wide-eyed look like "Help me! I don't know how I got sucked into this." She's got potential.

The last was really sweet but seemed too impressionable for me. I'd have her selling her soul for Lemon Drops at the end of a week. We'll see, though.

This whole mom's meeting thing might not be too bad of an idea. Plus, I think one or two of them might buy some of my jewelry.