Saturday, December 01, 2007

Going Blond

Maybe it's all the napless days I've had recently. Maybe it's the four Comanche Indian* children running around my house these past few days. (Continued two days later) Maybe it's just me, but I found the following a little amusing:

On Thursday I had the car since Dolly needed to go see the orthopedic surgeon again and get another x-ray. Since we were already going to be in the imaging department, I decided to get my chest x-ray done at the same time (updates later - promise!).

Anyway, as the day drew to a close, I started waiting for Sir's call. He usually calls me when he gets off work to let me know he's on his way home. That way if I need anything for supper he can pick it up and if he's running late, I won't have supper getting cold by the time he gets home. Usually this call happens between 5:30 and quarter to 6. But that particular day, when I glanced at the clock, it was nearly 6pm and Sir still hadn't called me.

So, I decided to call him - sometimes he won't call me if he thinks I might still be taking my afternoon nap. I grabbed the phone and dialed the cell phone. After two rings, the phone in the kitchen started ringing and I jumped up to answer it. Obviously Sir must be calling me on the cell phone because I was on the land line and it would be busy. As I neared the cell phone, I cancelled my call to Sir in order to answer the ringing cell. But just as I reached for the cell phone, it stopped ringing! Ten minutes later, Sir called me on our house phone from work to say he was about to leave for home.

Sometimes I wonder why I tell Sir about these sorts of things.. he found my story terribly amusing. They say people 'Go Grey'... but I think some 'Go Blond' first!

*The term my mom used to described her children when they were running wildly about accompanied with lots of noise.


  1. Hee hee =) Have fun in the snow today with all your little Indians!

  2. have no fear! You have a gramma who loses her keys in the refidgerator.

  3. Of course, keys in the fridge are in a relatively safe place...just relatively. I had one little girl (#4) who discovered she could open the refrigerator door by grabbing the handle and jumping. It had a handle lever, not unlike slot machines, so her little bit of weight pulled the handle to spring the door open. Who knows what goodies she consumed before I found her.

  4. Funny! I once called my parents home instead of my home when trying to reach The Mr. All who were at my parents home at the time found it quite funny that I asked for The Mr. It was so embarrassing, and of course, The Mr. found it hilarious!

  5. I'm glad I'm not the only one! Some days it seems like I'll be ready for the retirement home by 30 and I only have 1 and a half kids!! A mother's mind just has to much to keep track of. :0)