Big, beautiful strawberries that tastes as wonderful as they look
Fresh cinnamon raisin bread to make French toast with, YUM!
(You all are invited to Sunday brunch tomorrow ")
Have a nasty 'tude or bad behavior at my house and you will find yourself…
("There will be no more red ink in my binder reminder"=No more daily bad notes from teacher)
writing an essay.
(I do not recall the infraction that this "S.A." was written for)
Wow, does it work magic. Things turn around pretty quickly!
Of course, my little angels are so wonderful that this rarely happens ;)
Do you have a special discipline trick up your sleeve?
*Parental Disclaimer: This fine tradition was started by fire hubby’s dad and did not scar him. Fire hubby went on to have such a love of writing that he got his Masters in English and became a professional writer!
First off, let me just say that after reading your comments on my use of the paper clamp to fix my hem, I did NOT use this
as a “temporary” fix. This did NOT buy me more time to get my butt and my beloved pants to the tailor!
And let me tell you, I did NOT have about 4 hours of insomnia the other night. If I did I would NOT have make things worse by laying in bed thinking of good nursing stories to share with you. Counting sheep may have been more relaxing!
Ok, before you go, you know how I said I was a “natural tooth fairy”…
Well, you be the judge…
My precious little children are not paid in ½ American coins and ½
The children’s tooth fairy does not do this so they cannot compare their loot to their friends.
Cheap? Not Me! (I mean Not their Tooth Fairy!)
Okay, do NOT think less of me, but…
Once upon a time this tooth fairy did NOT fall asleep while waiting for the little cherub to fall asleep. I was NOT awakened in the morning by a sad little face at my bedside …oh no! what to say to this poor little kidling? what to say?…
I did NOT say…
“Oh sweetie, the tooth fairy did not forget you, no, it must be that special time of year, yep, it must be the… the… TOOTH FAIRY CONVENTION”
(Slight relief crosses child’s face…)
“Yes, sweetie, once a year the tooth fairies have a big convention and when that happens the tooth fairy comes the next night… and guess what?! … The tooth fairy pays double when they do come! Yeah!”
(Big smile on little darling’s face.)
Whew… wipe brow…dodged that bullet!
After that, I did not start doing a special little tooth fairy trick…
This tooth fairy does not go in for the good nights kiss and slip her hand under the pillow, grab the little tooth and then slip the coins under in return. No, not while my childen are awake!
No, that would be too risky! Not me, it would have crushed the wee ones to find out MOMMY was the tooth fairy! Not ME!
I am so excited to be off to see what you did NOT do again this week on “Not Me Monday”!
Ladies, please hear this… avoid tummy tattoos before your child bearing years!
delicate rings of tiny flowers become…
tiny fluttering butterflies become…
a simple little name becomes…
I think the look on her face says it all …
P.S. That tattoo of the little man mowing your... ehem... hair is funny, but you may find it a bit embarrassing when you go to have your baby!
P.P.S. I may be missing my target audience with this post ")
P.P.P.S. I actually have seen some amazing works of art, as I see a lot of "canvas" in my work ")
to hold up an unraveling hem on my dress pants for the past month. No way, that would be kinda, sorta tacky!
Then, when the hem went out all the way, there is absolutely no way I wore the pants again… TWICE! Are you kidding, I am so much more classy than that!
All right before I go on, you have to know that it absolutely is NOT sunny here in
So, when I saw one piece of hail fall out of the sky and hit my hood as I was driving, I absolutely did NOT become so amazed and distracted that I almost crashed my car. I did NOT pull out in front of a car a bit too close and the other driver did NOT blare his horn at me. No way. And he did NOT angrily make a special waving hand at me. Oh, I think it was a finger.
(oops, not the real man, not the right finger)
No, that whole tale would be ridiculous if it really happened. And if I actually did do the above, I would NOT admit to it. To tell of such a moron thing to many of you readers who are having a nightmare winter would just be embarrassing.
Okay, just one last thing…
I did NOT have a major chocolate craving last week when my husband was gone to work. If I did, I would NOT have remembered that I had bought him green M& M's for Valentine’s day!
Oh, no, don’t even think that way… I did NOT eat them!
There is no way that I opened his gift and satisfied that chocolate craving. Not Me!
By the way, when I went to the gym I did NOT hope that:
My first day of nurses training was almost my last.
This was the culprit:
OK, maybe not the bedpan, but what was in it.
Don’t be afraid, you can read on, I’m not going to be too graphic.
I was taking care of my first medical-surgical patient and it was bedpan time.
My patient needed to , eehem, used the bedpan and when it came time to empty it, I was overcome by the smell and I… I threw up, right after it, into the toilet.
Oh, was I distressed. It was my dream since I was a little girl to be a nurse and now it was over!
I went home in tears. I told my mom my sad story.
“Oh,” she said, “is that it?”Then she told me the centuries old secret that many a smell-a-phobic nurse has tucked into her bag of tricks…
“ Just don’t breathe through your nose”
That's it? Yep, that’s it.
Those 6 little words saved my dream of being a nurse.
Well, I actually overcompensated and pretty much any time I am in the hospital I “turn off my nose”. During my patient assessments, I actually have to deliberately breath through my nose to check for anything foul (ok, sorry, a bit gross here).
Now, you are going to have to believe me on this, but you can do this in a way so you do not sound like you have your nose in a finger pinch “)
That’s it for this Flashback Friday “)