Showing posts with label Humorous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humorous. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Someone Who Shall Remain Un-named:

What do you do when you have been working long hours, have precious little time to tend to your blog, and have writer's block on top of it all? Why, you dig back into your old stuff (the decade before the blog!) and relish it anew!

The story you are about to read is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent!

January 8, 1998:

As a certain mother was typing away earlier today, Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child came parading into the room devoid of all of her clothes, save the new addition of fresh white socks and her best black dress shoes. The mother asked her to please go back out and put her clothes back on…at LEAST put some panties on!

A little while later, Said Mother heard Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child out in the living room SQUAWKING. Not crying, actually, just SQUAWKING in a rather agitated manner.

Said Mother yelled, “What’s the matter, Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child?”

And Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child called back, “I’m caught!”

Imagining her foot caught in the slats of the back of one of their kitchen chairs (as had been the case on previous occasions), Said Mother left the computer to go unwedge Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child.

Said Mother wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted her eyes.

There in the middle of the living room floor, wearing nothing but her socks…stranded like a flipped over turtle…lay Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child...on her stomach with her arms pinned chicken-wing style behind her. Unable to use her arms to assist herself up, she truly was “caught”!

What was holding her arms BEHIND her???

Her PANTIES!

You see, in her infinite two year old creative mind, she had decided there might be a NEW, more interesting way to put her panties on…maybe instead of starting at her feet, she could start at her hands and work the panties down to the appropriate place! Thus, she forced her arms all the way through respective leg holes, managing to even create a decorative twist in the middle(!)…and somehow wound up with both of her arms pulled tightly behind her—effectively “chicken-winging” herself. At which point she must have sensed her need for assistance and had begun running towards her mother, obliviously typing away in the bedroom. Apparently, though, she had not gotten more than a few steps before she had fallen over face first…and there she remained. “Stuck” indeed and at the mercy of her amused mother, who of course had to grab the video camera BEFORE rescuing Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child!

Being a rather heartless mother, Said Mother gleefully thought as she pulled the video camera out of its bag, "Wow! Someday I will be able to embarrass Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child royally with this footage!!!"

(Just for the record, moments later Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child was suitably attired in panties, blouse, and a little corduroy dress, assisted by still laughing hysterically, heartless mother!)

Fortunately for Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child her father is not nearly as heartless as her mother. When her father got home from work that evening, he was amused at the video footage her mother had taken, but out of deference to Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child's feelings when she gets older, he thought they should go ahead and tape over the footage, which they did that very evening—-capturing in it’s place images of Never-a-Dull-Moment-Child joyously sweeping with her little toy vacuum ...well clothed, I might add!



(Just one more reason, I suppose, why a certain Daddy is the 'oft proclaimed FAVORITE parent! ...Said Mother still thinks they should have KEPT those few moments of video footage!)

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Pages from the Past
That Prove I Was Always a Pitiful Mother...


Written on August 21, 1997 when Darcy was 25 months old:

Three nights ago, Mom called just as I was starting to fix supper. Since I didn't plan to stay on the phone very long, I didn't offer to call her back, but just took a few minutes out to talk with her right then. Seeing me on the phone, Darcy got extra whiney. Clinging to my leg she began to fuss about being hungry. Thinking to stall her for just a few minutes, I reached over to the stove where some cold butter beans were still sitting out from lunch-time. She hadn't liked them at lunch when they were fresh and warm, so I don't know why I thought she might like to snack on them now after they were cold and had been sitting out all day, but I rationalized that if she truly was about to faint away from hunger, that this would tide her over until supper! So, I scooped her out a bowlful and handed them to her as I continued talking on the phone. Darcy looked at them and shook her head, "No." But, in backing away from the bowl of horrid butter-beans, she released her death grip on my leg and disappeared from sight into the dining room. I was pleased with the peaceful quiet that ensued...that is until Grant came in and found what was absorbing all of her attention. Grant about had a conniption fit when seeing his wife on the phone yakking, he stepped into the next room and found his poor starving daughter greedily gulping down handful after handful of Purina Kitten Chow straight from the bag! She looked up happily and offered to share a handful of "cereal" with her dad, and was quite bewildered when he swooped down and took it all from her, including the nice full bag she had been dipping into! Needless to say, I felt thoroughly guilty, hung up the phone post-haste, and scrambled to fix my starving daughter a decent supper!


(Photo above is Darcy with her kitten, Roo...taken eleven years ago! Wasn't she such a cute little toddler? Hard to believe she is a teenager now!)

Friday, December 05, 2008

Who IS that man sticking his fingers in my mouth???

Do YOU know who has their fingers in YOUR mouth? Do you REALLY know???

I thought I knew, but I didn't! Before going to the dentist last week, I had done my homework...I had asked a co-worker which dentist she would recommend. Satisfied that I could surely trust her judgment on the matter, I had called that office and requested an appointment with Dr. D, ASAP (had a tooth that had split in half, remember?). Well, they asked me about one day and I had replied, "Don't you have anything any sooner? They had said, "Well, we could get you in tomorrow morning..." I quickly replied, "Great! I'll take THAT appointment!"

Upon arriving at the office last Monday, I had presented myself at the front desk with the words, "I have an appointment with Dr. D...my name is Monica C." They handed me a thick stack of paperwork and that kept me quite occupied until they called me back a few moments later. The dentist that came into my room was younger than I had expected (knowing that this dentist had been my co-worker's dentist throughout her children's lives (now teenagers)), but it was just a passing thought. He introduced himself leaving his last name off altogether...just said, "Hi, I'm Dr. Kim"...except that it sounded like he said "Dr. Tim"...no matter, my hearing isn't the greatest any more and I am certainly accustomed to less that stellar pronunciation!

Dr. Kim did a great job on my teeth. I liked him. So, this morning when I showed up for my dental appointment and announced, "I have an appointment with Dr. D. My name is Monica C," I was not prepared for the quizzical look both receptionists shot my way. One, carefully explained to me that Dr. D was not in the office this morning. I was inwardly feeling a little perturbed. With feigned patience, I asked, "Um...why was I scheduled to come in TODAY then?" They glanced at the schedule and said, "Well you DO have an appointment...it is with Dr. J." Now, I was getting more tense, "Why would they schedule me for follow-up work with a DIFFERENT dentist than the one who began the work? I would prefer to stay with Dr. D!"

The receptionist politely explained that Dr. J was who I had seen last week. It seems that Dr. J, who just introduces himself as "Dr. Tim" to his patients was the young doctor my first appointment had been scheduled with. Not quite sure why the original receptionist who had found me an earlier open slot had not informed me that she was switching me (a new patient) from Dr. Kim D. to Dr. Tim J...but she had and I hadn't been the wiser!

I have yet to meet Dr. Kim...but, Dr. Tim has really thin fingers and is quite gentle and seems conservative in his approach to dental problems...so, we are a good doctor/patient match....even though he was the "wrong" doctor!

Oh...and the really good news?...for now, at least, I am skating past without a root canal! Yeah!!! I was expecting to be shelling out several hundred dollars, instead, it was just $15 for a really big filling. I'll probably have to have the tooth crowned another 3 or 4 months down the road (after waiting long enough to make sure it is okay not doing the root canal...it was a borderline call), but I am happy as can be! Yep, Dr. Kim/Tim and I are going to get along just fine! (I go back next Friday for a permanent crown on the other side.)

Another pleasant surprise...along with SALARIES that are among the lowest in the entire country (I think!)...turns out that DENTAL work is ALSO much less expensive here than it was in Kansas City. Grant and I were expecting a crown to cost about a thousand dollars...but, in Bolivar, they run $400-$500 apiece. Pretty much proportionate to the the drop in salaries both Grant and I took moving here. Nice to see that in some regards, the cost of living truly IS less here than it was in Kansas City. (Our gasoline prices are usually among the very lowest in the entire country, too...and quicker to drop, while slower to rise back up!)

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Wall Street Blues
Main Street Blues

While the rest of us might be frustrated with Wall Street's indecision (up and down and up and down, wildly swinging day to day), Rayna is just frustrated with our bank's indecision.

Friday morning as Grant was driving the kids to school, he overheard Rayna in the back, "7:30...NO! 5:20...No! 7:30...No! 5:20! CAN'T THEY MAKE UP THEIR MINDS?!"

The electric marquee was alternately flashing the time (7:30) and the temperature (52 degrees). Rayna was mistaking the little "o" signifying degree for a zero and thought the bank was having trouble figuring out what time it really was! She was more than a little miffed over this indication of the bank's ineptness!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

She Has a Problem...

It's in our genes. It has mercilessly marked five successive generations. But she doesn't SHARE my genes, so, I had thought she would be safe.

I was wrong.

Today the truth slapped me in the face.

My youngest has a problem. Only four months old and already she is addicted...to the white stuff.

Am I sure she is addicted?...well, let's put it this way...
the DEALERS.know.her.by.name.




Yes...today I happened to pass through the DQ drive-through to pick up my regular. As I pulled up to the window, I overheard voices from the dim, cool recesses of the DQ as one shadowy figure asked the other, "Can you pass this through to Ransom?"

How do they KNOW her NAME??? I can only assume that she has been making trips to the DQ on the sly, without me, to get those irresistible Pup Cups.

Eating it in secret...I'm pretty sure that is one of the hallmarks of an addiction...
and, here, all this time, I've thought she was just a social ice cream eater...




I can only wonder, where will the madness end?