So, all of you readers out there who were wishing for a high five I already got the first response from my post "It's hot". But to be honest, I knew she would get it since she is one of the mothers in the stories and I am the other one. Maybe I'll still give people a chance to guess at least... I hope I didn't give too much away with this post, but if you still want to guess I have more high fives.
High Five out to Knitter! Congrats on being the first to answer!
Anyone else want a jab at it?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
40 lbs + 2
I would have posted this last night, but it was late and I was tired.... here's the story.
Rocket Scientist is currently working at a cheese factory. He lifts cheese and moves it somewhere else, though I don't know all the details. His first night home from work his arms were so dead that he said it hurt to drive home. I'm glad he got home safe. I massaged them as best I could (how do you massage arms anyway?) and the next day at work was much better and he could actually use his arms when he got home. I'm actually quite glad that he is working there despite the hours because his arms really needed a work out.
He came home and surprised me once again like he did the first night he came home but his arms were working fine this time. He brought home two 40 lb chunks of cheese. I was shocked. I had just spent the last 30 minutes cleaning up and organizing the house and all that was forgotten. I was only slightly upset that he didn't notice. My first thought was, "Where in the world are we going to put all of this!" then soon after "Why in the world did he bring this home!" then, "Does he expect me to eat it? Is he CRAZY???". That last thought was obvious since I knew he was, but I never expected 80 lbs of cheese to come walking in. Usually wifes appreciate a gift when their husband comes home but it is usually something that smells nice, red and has greenery on it.
Then I got the story. The cheese factory was planning on throwing this particular cheese out though I'm not sure why. I guess around the edges were going bad or something, but can't you always just cut it off and eat the middle? In any case, I proceeded to find somewhere in our fridge, that looked pretty full to me, for all this cheese. Rocket Scientist thought it would be interesting to see if I could pick up a 40 lb block of cheese, and I did and put it in the fridge after moving other things. Amazingly enough they both fit in our small fridge with all our other food. Rocket Scientist called me Sherah (sp?), but I said I was a Mary Kay girl. Makes me wonder just how well we are using our space in our little apartment too. Now we will proceed to get ourselves sick of pepper-jack cheese (I've never tried it and never planned to, and still don't plan to. The name doesn't sound very appealing to me). I will try to remember to make a video of Rocket Scientist cutting it up and post it for you. Or maybe I'll just take a picture of our fridge...
Cheese anyone????
Rocket Scientist is currently working at a cheese factory. He lifts cheese and moves it somewhere else, though I don't know all the details. His first night home from work his arms were so dead that he said it hurt to drive home. I'm glad he got home safe. I massaged them as best I could (how do you massage arms anyway?) and the next day at work was much better and he could actually use his arms when he got home. I'm actually quite glad that he is working there despite the hours because his arms really needed a work out.
He came home and surprised me once again like he did the first night he came home but his arms were working fine this time. He brought home two 40 lb chunks of cheese. I was shocked. I had just spent the last 30 minutes cleaning up and organizing the house and all that was forgotten. I was only slightly upset that he didn't notice. My first thought was, "Where in the world are we going to put all of this!" then soon after "Why in the world did he bring this home!" then, "Does he expect me to eat it? Is he CRAZY???". That last thought was obvious since I knew he was, but I never expected 80 lbs of cheese to come walking in. Usually wifes appreciate a gift when their husband comes home but it is usually something that smells nice, red and has greenery on it.
Then I got the story. The cheese factory was planning on throwing this particular cheese out though I'm not sure why. I guess around the edges were going bad or something, but can't you always just cut it off and eat the middle? In any case, I proceeded to find somewhere in our fridge, that looked pretty full to me, for all this cheese. Rocket Scientist thought it would be interesting to see if I could pick up a 40 lb block of cheese, and I did and put it in the fridge after moving other things. Amazingly enough they both fit in our small fridge with all our other food. Rocket Scientist called me Sherah (sp?), but I said I was a Mary Kay girl. Makes me wonder just how well we are using our space in our little apartment too. Now we will proceed to get ourselves sick of pepper-jack cheese (I've never tried it and never planned to, and still don't plan to. The name doesn't sound very appealing to me). I will try to remember to make a video of Rocket Scientist cutting it up and post it for you. Or maybe I'll just take a picture of our fridge...
Cheese anyone????
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Dr. N
Yesterday I went to Dr. N's office for an appointment. I decided to get my IUD out and start again with another little one. I was wearing my MK pin hoping that someone that I ran into would notice and say something to the effect, "I wanna buy something!" The only one that noticed (or at least said something after he noticed) was Dr. N. We just chatted about MK and he told me about his connections (he had connections???). It turns out that his sister was a consultant, but not just a consultant. She was probably a national director from how high he was saying she was. She died 11 years ago. Then a SuzAnne came along and married Dr. N's widowed brother-in-law (are you lost yet??). SuzAnne is also a MK girl and also a national director. I started to wonder then (especially when he said she was in Denver) because MY national director's name is SuzAnne. And yup you guessed it, the same SuzAnne.
There was a marketing dinner that night, and me and My Sister From Another Mother were sitting at the same round table with the three directors in my area. We got to see the unprofessional side to them, and it was quite interesting. I turned to my director and told her part of the above story, and asked if our SuzAnne was in Denver. She interrupted me and told me to tell it to Arianne, and that was a little intimidating because first it is Arianne (our Cadillac Sales Director....she's won SIX!!!) and second because now the whole table was listening. I said the above story and right when I mentioned Dr. N's name she knew where I was going and finished it for me. That was how I figured out, and I also learned that Dr. N is against tummy tucks. I'm really not surprised.
To get to the reason for this story, near the end of my appointment with Dr. N, he was really encouraging me and telling me that I really could do it and do well in this business. It meant a whole lot more coming from him then from my directors mainly because they are my directors. If I do more sales, they get more commission and they are already up there. Oh, and I just barely met them. How do they know if I can really do it or not? Dr. N has been a great support through two pregnancies, healing from abuse (during those two pregnancies), and the death of Little Angel. He has been really close to putting me on depression medication, but never had. And he would have made me if he didn't believe that I would be fine. In any case, I was really elated coming out of that office that day for two reasons.
One: I could get pregnant again.
Two: I CAN succeed in MK! And I WILL!!!
And to finish off this miraculous day was the Marketing Dinner at Hamilton's with WAY TASTY FOOD!!! and I got a ride in the car I will win someday (preferably in this year), a Pontiac G6.
There was a marketing dinner that night, and me and My Sister From Another Mother were sitting at the same round table with the three directors in my area. We got to see the unprofessional side to them, and it was quite interesting. I turned to my director and told her part of the above story, and asked if our SuzAnne was in Denver. She interrupted me and told me to tell it to Arianne, and that was a little intimidating because first it is Arianne (our Cadillac Sales Director....she's won SIX!!!) and second because now the whole table was listening. I said the above story and right when I mentioned Dr. N's name she knew where I was going and finished it for me. That was how I figured out, and I also learned that Dr. N is against tummy tucks. I'm really not surprised.
To get to the reason for this story, near the end of my appointment with Dr. N, he was really encouraging me and telling me that I really could do it and do well in this business. It meant a whole lot more coming from him then from my directors mainly because they are my directors. If I do more sales, they get more commission and they are already up there. Oh, and I just barely met them. How do they know if I can really do it or not? Dr. N has been a great support through two pregnancies, healing from abuse (during those two pregnancies), and the death of Little Angel. He has been really close to putting me on depression medication, but never had. And he would have made me if he didn't believe that I would be fine. In any case, I was really elated coming out of that office that day for two reasons.
One: I could get pregnant again.
Two: I CAN succeed in MK! And I WILL!!!
And to finish off this miraculous day was the Marketing Dinner at Hamilton's with WAY TASTY FOOD!!! and I got a ride in the car I will win someday (preferably in this year), a Pontiac G6.
It's hot
Once upon a time a child looked up at her mother and said, "Mom, my spaghetti is hot." The mother responded, "Put some salt on it." This child then grew up with the false impression that salt made things cool down.
Once upon a time, a child looked up at his mother and said, "It's hot." The mother responded, "Blow on it." He did, well, actually he was blowing up his nose, but the fact remains that he tried it. In any case, as he blew on his fish sticks, he also picked up his fork and attempted to cut them up while saying, "Chop, chop, chop". The mother realized that he must think that chopping up his food makes it cool down.
Moral of the story? Children will believe whatever they want whether you teach them it or not.
And if anyone can find the correlation between the two stories, they get a high five
Once upon a time, a child looked up at his mother and said, "It's hot." The mother responded, "Blow on it." He did, well, actually he was blowing up his nose, but the fact remains that he tried it. In any case, as he blew on his fish sticks, he also picked up his fork and attempted to cut them up while saying, "Chop, chop, chop". The mother realized that he must think that chopping up his food makes it cool down.
Moral of the story? Children will believe whatever they want whether you teach them it or not.
And if anyone can find the correlation between the two stories, they get a high five
Friday, July 25, 2008
Need or Selfishness?
I just read Pavlov's most recent post and I also am having problems with feeling like what I do is actually appriciated. I'm sure every mother has had this feeling, but I am really wondering if I'm really being selfish. It is a difficult question that I don't know what the answer is or how to even find the answer. Maybe it is time to evaluate my belief window? You know when you cry really hard and when you finish you have been scrunching up your forehead so much that you have a head ache? Yeah, that is how it feels.
Is my want for appreciation just a want? Or is it a need? Do I really need Rocket Scientist to help with chores or am I being lazy and just want him to do it so they get done? Who knows? How do I find out? Early in my life I learned that my needs were unimportant. Sure, a lie I know. But how do I get out of that? I have believed that so long that I don't even know what my needs are. And how to get them met. So am I really searching for my needs or am I being selfish? I guess I'm the only one to answer that, but I don't know how to go about it. Rocket Scientist is waiting for me to open up and talk since he doesn't know why I had a huge crying fit anyway.
Well, here goes...
Is my want for appreciation just a want? Or is it a need? Do I really need Rocket Scientist to help with chores or am I being lazy and just want him to do it so they get done? Who knows? How do I find out? Early in my life I learned that my needs were unimportant. Sure, a lie I know. But how do I get out of that? I have believed that so long that I don't even know what my needs are. And how to get them met. So am I really searching for my needs or am I being selfish? I guess I'm the only one to answer that, but I don't know how to go about it. Rocket Scientist is waiting for me to open up and talk since he doesn't know why I had a huge crying fit anyway.
Well, here goes...
Ringing Garbage
As I took the garbage out last night, I took the bag out of the garbage and tied it closed. Right about the time when I was going to pick it up, it started ringing. The sound was oddly familiar. You parents out there are thinking that Bug put a toy in there right? Wrong. It was our old timer. We set it a few days ago to go off about after about 15 mins. We had crispy pizza that day, and I guess even so it was finally done last night. I bought a new one today that sticks on our fridge. No more ruined timers (that are plastic and sit on the oven) and no more crispy pizza. :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
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