Working Girl?

Setting - The Feldman Bathroom
Time - 7:45pm

The scene opens with Carson just emerging from a shower into the waiting towel being held by his mother.

Carson - "Mommy, you look like a working girl."

Mommy (shocked, but calm) - "Why do you say that, Bud?"

Carson (stepping onto the bathrug) - "You know Mom, the girls that work at night."

Mommy (carefully helping to dry the boy) - "Really, where did you hear about them?"

Carson (stopping to look at his Mom) - "From you Mommy, you know...you always wear your work clothes at night when we go to bed."

Mommy - "What are my 'work clothes'?"

Carson - "The painting clothes Mom...the ones that are all dirty and painted."

Scene closes with Mom doing everything she can to remain composed as she hurries the boy off to his room to dress. Mom is grateful that the four year old boy does not know anything about the "other" working girls!

Announcement!

I can now say that I have cleaned out the front flower bed! (See previous post)

Walking on Sunshine...

What's different...
is the house ready for inspection? No
is the lawn mowed? No
has my cold gone away? NO!!!
are my children obeying my every command? No
are the beds made? No
are the bathrooms clean? No
is the laundry done and put away? No
am i caught up at work? No
is my lesson ready for Sunday? No
is my bedroom organized? No
is my contractor on time? No
am i caught up at work? NO
have i read the Ensign? No
have i finished the moulding? No
are the floors vacuumed? No
is the painting finished? No
is my husband home before 1am? No
is the floor swept? No
are the bags under my eyes going away? No
AM I CAUGHT UP AT WORK??? Not only no but...Heck NO!
have I changed the oil in the car? No
have I cleaned out the front flower bed? No
have I written my thank-you notes? No
are the shoes put away? No
have I caught up on my e-mails? No
etc, etc, etc...



But the sun has been shining and no matter how long my list grows I'm walking on sunshine!!! I can't help but feel happy and ready to face my ever growing and unending list of "to dos". I remember now why I loved living in Texas...it certainly wasn't the scenery, although it was pretty in places, but there seemed to be an unending supply of sunshine. I have a sneaking suspicion that I could really love NY if only the sun would shine like it has the past few weeks! I won't jinx our weather and will promptly end this post and "knock on wood".

Who Me???

Since we have lived here I have made lots of appointments with new DR.'s, Car Repair, and of course contractors. Everyone seems to have a hard time spelling the name of the street I live on. Now in the village I live in N. Barry Ave is one of the "main" roads so I have always wondered why this is so difficult for people. While scheduling 2 much needed Dr. appointments I was informed why...

Receptionist: Address Mam...

Me: N. Barry Ave

Recep: Now is that spelled B, E, R, R, I, E?

Me: No, B, A, R, R, Y (to myself...why can't she spell this???)

Recep: Oh Barry! It was your accent!

ACCENT? Are you kidding me? (this lady had a thick NY accent by the way) Well I've always loved people with an accent...southern "ya'll", proper English, Australian, even Canadian "Eh!". Now I guess I do.

Tagged...

I have been "tagged" and here are a few tidbits about me...

* I LOVE hot tamales and Mike and Ike's

* I have to eat them in twos....OCD!!! Seriously, I can't eat them one at a time.

* Not only do I have to eat them in twos, but if I am eating Mike & Ike's they have to be the same color. I eat all the odds first so that I can consume the rest in pairs. It is like this for any candy that comes in a variety of colors...Skittles, M&Ms, etc. (I guess I'm like Noah's ark that way...)

* I love to garden and have a secret wish of owning my own nursery.

* I don't like calling people, but I love to talk on the phone.

* Although it is hard to believe--especially for me, I was once very smart. I graduated in the top 1% of my class from (then) Ricks College and was asked to give the commencement address. My intellectual stamina remained high while at Utah State where I also graduated in the top 1% of my class with a degree in History--very useful.

* Since having children, I have NO claim on intelligence or memory so don't assume anything. Dan is now the official "smarty pants" in the family.

* I love to read...but I really love Jane Austen's works and the Anne of Green Gables books. I reread them every year (I think I have read Pride & Prejudice 15 times at least...just don't ask me to recall all the details--see previous comment)



* My favorite place to visit is Williamsburg, VA...I LOVE colonial American and British History...note the cute drummers pictured above. (I have to say this would only be true without children...they don't seem to stay in one place long enough for me to enjoy it.)




* One of my favorite movie series is Horatio Hornblower....love it! (check A&E for the DVDS)

* I love ballet and still dance around the house when no one is looking...Ok, my kids see me sometimes.

* I don't have time for much TV anymore, but I do have one crazy addiction...The Office....my other favorite, I am embarrassed to admit, is "how its made" on the discovery channel. (I know I am a nerd.)





* I was on the women's rowing team for Wharton while Dan and I were in Philly and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. We even won our race!

* I love to go shopping--especially with my Mom and Sisters because we are all MARATHON shoppers. I almost shiver when I get a "great" bargain.

* I have been known to watch a NASCAR race now and again. (I try to hide my pinkneck--not quite red--in public)

I would now like to tag Julie, Christy, and Liz & Joe...

Daddy's Spot....

During our bed-time routine I always end with giving Carson a kiss on the forehead and he gives me a hug and then a kiss on my left check. (The way his bed is positioned has determined which cheek he kisses.) Well I was in a hurry last night and when he went to kiss my cheek I turned my head and he gave me a kiss on the lips.... He began to giggle and then stated as a matter-of-fact, "I gotta kiss you again Mommy 'cause that time I kissed you on Daddy's spot!"

I did not realize that my face had been portioned out amongst my family, but apparently it has. He then went on to explain that his cheek was the left cheek, Erika's was the right and Daddy got my lips. You know...I am just fine with the way the boundaries were drawn!

I gues everybody has a sick day...

OK, I know this sounds hard to believe, but Erika (9) has only been sick 3 times in her life--measles, chicken pox, and a nasty bout of the flu as a baby. She has at times envied the children at school who were out with the flu and even feigned illness a time or two in an attempt to have a sick day. This weekend her wish was granted. Sunday we woke up to a little girl with a mild fever and a headache... nothing a little Tylenol wouldn't cure. I administered the medication and tucked her in feeling that I had indeed done my motherly duty. To my surprise and horror an hour or so later she threw up....my little girl who never gets sick THREW UP! She did not make it to the bathroom--I don't think she thought to go to the bathroom because she has never had this experience before. She did however manage to make a direct hit on our comforter, pillow, and bed. (I am soooo glad we invested in the super-sized, sanitizing, front-loading washer and dryer!) I quickly regained my composure and found a bowl and towel and prepared myself for a long day--I was not disappointed. She has spent a miserable 36 hours and has decided that being sick is not fun. Now Carson is convinced he is "sick" too. I am pretty sure he has a case of the "I'm jealous because my sibling is getting lavished with attention" disease. Hopefully they'll both be over the bug in a day or two--This is one of those rare times you hope your child doesn't share.