Posted by Carla
Tue, 17 Oct 2006 03:07:26 GMT
I have this Tastefully Simple client who's name is Amy and she is, simply put, the funniest person I know. She could be a stand up comic at a comedy club. Any time I talk to her she has the funniest stories I am always laughing so hard I can hardly speak. I spoke with her today and decided I have to start jotting these stories down because when I need a good belly laugh I can just look them up and remember.
She has 3 children with her youngest two being boys. Her middle boy Michael is about 4 or 5 and her baby is about a year. She was telling me she had to take her 3 children with her when she took the new puppy to the vet the other day. I will just talk like it is her talking.
"Carla, you have got to understand, this vet was really cute, a cute vet, a sick dog and a small room with 3 little children and myself. I thought my children would maybe just sit on the two chairs but nooooooo they were bouncing around like usual so I just put my purse down on one of the chairs hoping to keep the wiggly dog from bounding off the table. Here I am, talking to the cute vet, really cute vet, holding my sick dog down on the table, two children bouncing around and trying to look as though I am listening intently to the cute vet. Suddenly Michael pulls out my wallet. "Michael, leave my purse alone, you may not play with that put it back" and I'm back trying to concentrate on what the vet is saying.........."Michael put my phone back in my purse, leave my purse alone, there is nothing in there for you to play with this is your last warning"............... back to the cute vet and trying very hard to tune into the instructions he is giving me for the poor puppy. Suddenly, as if in a bad dream I hear a noise, I know that noise and it can only be one thing. My son has gone into the inner most part of my purse, inside the inner zippered, and rezippered part to pull out two plastic wrapped drumsticks to beat the chair with. As I was having a particularly harsh month of it, they were the Jumbo size, just moved up from the slender. Here is Michael playing the drums with my jumbo tampons and the vet laughing for all he was worth. I could just hear him around the dinner table that night............You would never believe what happened with this woman today and her 3 kids at the office................. Yes, I even have to go back tomorrow for a recheck for the dog............ maybe he doesn't need a recheck, he is doing really well now that I think about it..............."
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Posted by Carla
Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:31:17 GMT
Don't you wish remotes had a tracking system installed. They have put the beeper on the cordless phones, you would think they would come up with one for the remote. We are loosing our remote all the time. When we do loose it, we know with 99 percent certainty that our Justin has left it somewhere.
Justin is going to be the adult guy who never gives up the remote. He holds it lovingly while he watches tv and if I ever ask him to do a quick job he always takes it with him. We have to remind him, if we catch him, the remote stays in the living room at all times. I do believe Justin would carry it around always if he could. We have found the remote in the dining room (he was just taking off his shoes and left it) , Justin's bed (a sleeping companion I am sure), the basement (can't play gamecube without the upstairs remote you know), the kitchen table under his drawings (even hiding it so no one would take it), even the bathroom (well, that one is obvious).
We have gotten onto him countless times in major frustration for leaving the remote somewhere other than the living room but it continues as if he does not even think about what he is doing. Yesterday we were driving to the store and I look back where my boy is buckled and happily watching the cars go by out the window. Justin had the remote in his hand.
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Posted by Carla
Mon, 09 Oct 2006 20:57:16 GMT
Went for my OB exam today to see how the baby is progressing. I have actually lost a half a pound this month which makes my total weight gain 10 pounds so far. I am entering week 35 so only a few weeks left to go. I have been contracting so badly lately I thought for sure I was just about fully dialated and ready to push this little girl out. Nope, not at all so all these contractions are just getting me ready for the real thing. I told the doctor my pain level was getting up there to severe at times and she says I just need to rest more. Right............ rest with 3 kids to run around and my hubby out of town. Yep, rest is exactly what is going to happen!
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Posted by Carla
Mon, 09 Oct 2006 03:01:18 GMT
I just went to an overnight crop at a local hotel here with our big group that does this 2 times a year. There were 80 women scrappin and it was fun. The ladies all around me have been with me for crops before and were all surprised to see I was pregnant yet again, it has been a while since I cropped! I finished 2005 and made 50 pages while I was there. This is a personal record, as the most I have ever completed was 38 and I thought that was awesome. I have my pictures ready to put together on pages for another 35-40 pages, we will see if that helps me keep motivated to scrap or not. I would love to catch up so that I can concentrate on the baby's album when she comes. I have 4 weeks left before I am going to be induced. As many contractions as I have had though I will be lucky to wait that long. We shall see. Doug leaves town tomorrow morning for the week then he will be home a half week and is gone for another week and a half so the baby can't come during those 3 weeks, she simply has to stay put. 50 pages woo hoo!
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Posted by Carla
Thu, 05 Oct 2006 15:02:57 GMT
I see my dog chewing on something and I can't figure out what it is. Her little puppy jaws are flapping as fast as they can and I look around and can not spot anything she has torn off and realize she must have found something dropped on the floor. I put my finger in her mouth but find nothing unusual, it is all soft and squishy as one might expect. I lay back down on the couch but she is just chompin away like there is no tomorrow and now her tongue is workin it as well. I allow this to go on for a while longer as she seems pleased as punch and I know she is teething so I figure it is some way she is helping her little teeth. Finally I see this little pink thing sticking out of the side of her mouth and it is not her tongue so off I go to explore the soft depths of her mouth once again. I find a small wad of bubble gum and she is quite sad when I take it out of her mouth. Her little eyes look betrayed and it is like she is saying to me I was really enjoying that mom. What's the deal anyway?
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Posted by Carla
Tue, 03 Oct 2006 17:57:09 GMT
I was fired by my hairdresser today. I don't know how else to describe it but she definitely did not want to see me anymore. I have been going to this lady for years, yes years, like six to be exact. I have followed her from salon to salon to salon practically religiously. I have sent her numerous refferals and paid good tips every time I have seen see her.
I have been growing my hair out for the last few years so I don't go as regularly as I used to and I don't let her highlight my hair any longer either I do it myself, she was just too expensive. So when I do come, she always complains about how long my hair is and how much work it takes to do it. She has never been happy with length and she lets her customers know it.
Well, this last time I got it cut, about 3 months ago, I called and called and called and left messages and she did not call me back so I had to go somewhere else. I did not like that new salon, I really missed how good this other gal is.
It has been too long now and I have been going crazy lately with my hair and the great need to cut off a bunch of it so I tried to call her again. I actually got through this time, I think it is because I used my cell phone instead of my regular phone. I am convinced she just never answered last time because she could tell who it was on caller ID. She said to me, "Well Carla, it has been so long since you have been here and I am not taking any new customers which is what you would be so no, it will just not work out." What do you say to that? I'm like "Oh." then she says "good luck, bye" and hangs up without so much as a thanks for your business nothing.
So, tucking my tail between my legs I am off to another salon. I got in tomorrow at 2:30 and I am a little worried. I have worked really hard for this length I hope the layers will look awesome and not just chopped up. Yikes! Temperamental hairdressers, good grief, you would think they are artists or something!
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Posted by Carla
Tue, 03 Oct 2006 00:02:32 GMT
My boys went down to play with some boys down at the end of the street the other day and ended up playing football. I think it started out to be touch football, but ended up the boys tackling and in general, being boys. Justin came home on cloud nine. Justin immediately found the only football we own, an old beat up plastic small one I think Josh got for his first birthday and we used to throw for Kozmo to fetch, and began running around the house with it. He tucked it securely against his side and would dodge around imaginary players while scoring touchdowns when he got to the "end zone" fireplace. He said he was practicing and asked me if I could teach him how to play real football. I had to tell him that is something I know nothing about but daddy could probably help him some and Grandpa Alcorn could really help him because he knew all about football and really liked football.
The difference in my boys is quite evident as Joshua came in from the game with a quite disgusted look on his face. He said "I can't believe they even call that a sport! Do you know they actually TACKLE people in that game? That is just not even nice!"
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