Month: January 2007

Call me….Supernanny!!!


You didn’t know I was once an Au Pair for a very wealthy family?
Why, I do declayuh. I certainly was. However, I was not of the same caliber as Jo is. She is much more friendly and patient than I was.

And tonight, I feel as though I’m reliving those days. I unwittingly agreed to watch my friend’s two daughters, ages 6 and 3-3/4 overnight whilst she and her husband escaped the city for a couple of days.

What do you get when you pair three of your own kids who act like complete tomboys with a pair of “girly-girls”?

Much shrieking and mayhem, that’s what.

“Shriek! He’s touching me!”

“Hey-ulp! She wants my paper doll!”

“Miss Kawen? Miss Kawen? Um…(giggle)…my momma says that when I get older I can marry AJ!”

Ugh. I’m just SO not used to this.
Twirling so our hair flies out 3 feet from our bodies (yes, it’s that long) and insisting on getting the “good spot” in front of the tv so you can watch the princess movie for the 26th time.

Don’t get me wrong – I teach my girls about manners and femininity and all that, but some folks just take it too far.

I’m just sayin’…

Don’t Mess With Texas…

Papa Lou was a County Deputy.
These were his boots.
He died before he ever knew his grandson.
AJ’s got some mighty big boots to fill.

Conundrums and other musical instruments

Well, it seems my musical mouth has gotten me into it again.

I was talking smack to my Regional Manager. He told me there was no way I could do it and I told him to watch me prove him wrong.

Now I find myself in a conundrum. You see, my responsibility for our team is recruiting, since I have background and experience in that. But this past week was a dry week and I didn’t meet with anyone who was interested in part time employment (they’re all happy with their current dead end jobs, thank-you-very-much) or earning extra income. Where are all these people at???

Am I going to have to resort to going to the mall???? Yikes, I hope not. You see, I believe that the best people for what we do are already working. They have hopes and dreams and goals and want to do MORE for their family and have MORE than they currently have. It takes a special kind of person to do what I do – someone who cares about someone other than themselves.

I’m on a crusade, of sorts. I am all about righting wrongs for people. My goal is ultimately to help others become debt free and financially independent. Get a gameplan and get on the road to their destination, if you will. I need three people by tonight. I’d better get on it.

Wish me luck, guys…there’s $100 cash in it for me tonight when I do it – this will pay for 1/2 of my mortgage loan license and I really neeed it. Aw heck…who am I kidding? Luck has nothing to do with it.

PRAY. I’m not above asking you…I need 3 people.

Call me the Cookie Monster

“That is a horrible, wicked and vicious act to perpetrate upon a sentient being.”

All this because I ate the last of the chocolate chip cookies.

Don’t blame me, I told my husband. It’s not my fault you have better self-control than I do.

Besides, it was literally begging to be eaten.

It would seem that we have an inexplicable phobia in our house – no one wants to be the one to eat the last one of anything.

What do you call that?

A Costly Mistake

It’s raining. Hard. And my roof has sprung a leak over my kitchen light. I had to make coffee in the dark this morning so I wouldn’t start an electrical fire. Note to self: Must get that checked out tomorrow. Oh, did I mention it’s freezing outside, too? Icicles hanging off my eaves like I’ve not seen in more than 6 years, or at least since the last ice storm. Our cats are holed up under the house where the dryer vents (I’m running all the laundry today, since it’s so cold – helps to heat the house and keeps the kitties warm) and our dogs are no where to be seen or heard — I wonder if they are under the house with the kitties? Newsman says more of the same – possible ice and sleet in the works for tonight. So that’s your weather forecast for Northeastern Texas, folks — I’ll spare you any more details, since I know our weather has been relatively mild compared to most.

So Floy passed his BIG test last week with an 80! (he failed one by two questions – but he’s retaking it Feb 6th) Our Regional Vice President made a HUGE deal out of it at our last meeting and recognized Floy’s accomplishment – it made him feel great and I was proud for him. Our RVP said that he would pay for Floy to take the entire family out to the nicest restaurant in town and have a celebration dinner, (just save the receipt for him and he’d pay us back) – there’s not a Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse here, unfortunately. Sigh. So we opted for Shogun. Saturday night dinner and a show. We sat at the hibachi grill and the kids were amazed by the chef’s cooking skills. My son asked me why I didn’t throw the eggs up into my hat when I cooked. I told him it was because I didn’t wear a hat when I cooked. All in all it was a great time.

It was around 1:20 am when I sat straight up in bed and realized I had completely forgotten to get the receipt for dinner. A dinner that cost $125. We don’t spend $125 on groceries for two weeks! You can imagine how the rest of the night went. I had fitful sleep – if any at all. It was a costly mistake, for sure. I would have NEVER spent $125 on dinner. EVER. Sigh. My husband just looked at me and laughed. I asked him what was so funny – he said “you are.” Personally, I don’ t see how spending our entire grocery budget in one night was funny, but hey, different strokes…

Today, I must work with Katie on some issues we are having with homeschooling. She is not retaining important information and Floy and I have realized that she is just trying to memorize it to get it over and done with. Problem is, she doesn’t understand it or retain it and she won’t admit it. AUGH…sometimes homeschooling is just not fun for me. :o) This is a character issue that must be addressed. So off I go to do my motherly duty.

Hope everyone is well – I missed you this week – I have lots of reading to catch up on. Give me some time and I’ll be back in the swing of things.

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