so i'm sitting in my office trying to get some work done (yeah, real work). if anyone's in the market for a 2.4 million dollar home... i'm your girl. yet, i digress. anyhow, my mom is over helping with the kids. suddenly lily comes bursting in in her disney princess nightgown pleading, "momma, can i play with cornstarch and water?" i look at her and say, "no babe, not right now. it's almost naptime." wounded, she walks back into her room and i hear her say to my mom, "my mom said no." mimi says, "how bout we do it after your nap?" lily says, "no, i want to do it now." my mom, "not right now lil, after your nap." lily looks up at her with all the authority in the world and says, "mimi, sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do.."
translation: get up off your arse and get me some cornstarch.
gotta love three.

longing for lupe

oh how i miss my house cleaner... now before your jaw drops any further, "she has a house cleaner, come on- and she likes hillary- who does she think she is?" you should know, i only had her for a season. she came in a dream. i was at a friends house and i overheard some talk of a lupe. i politely inquired who lupe was and found out she cleans for a living. now, i've been on the hunt for a good a house cleaner ever since i was born. my husband, and i guess myself, like a clean house- and with two bubs running around and our disgusting dog, i kind of felt i actually deserved one. we'd obviously come along way from our missionary days, but were we really house cleaner material?
once b got a real job, i decided my first splurge would be a bi-weekly eyebrow wax. this felt like such a big deal- basically throwing away $40 bucks a month so i didn't have to experience watery eyes and a stinging nose. as time went on, my indulgences broadened. b's movin up the ol corporate ladder, and me bringin home some serious bacon as broker mama allowed us to live, buy, and even vacation. things were good. so when i broached the ol maid idea to brandon six months back, he reluctantly agreed. cause really, if mama ain't happy- ain't nobody happy.
so with one quick phone call, lupe arrived in a flash of glory with her sister, maria. they whipped through this house in 2 hours- lifting up couch cushions and vacuuming in straight lines. a mere $90 bucks later, i was one happy lady- after a couple hours of extreme cleanliness, i even let the kids play again.
so here we were, happy as pigs in the mud. with lupe coming every month, i felt so much less pressure to keep the house "up"
yet, all good things must come to an end. that damn economy- whatever that means right?! well, let me translate. bad economy = no lupe. did i mention i'm a realtor, and very available for all your real estate needs? just think if you hire me, i will not only be able to assist you in making all your dreams come true, you will also be helping lupe get food on the table. its a chain people- the chain of love.
so that's my sob story, i know its real sad- poor holly she doesn't have a house cleaner any more, its probably more like, "who does that b#&ch think she is?"
in any event, i wanna know, whats bad economy mean to you?

planning for the future

yesterday, lily went to the dentist for the first time... and she rocked it!
later that night i was laying with her on the couch doing fancy nancy sticker book, and i asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. she looked at me and immediately said, "i want to be a dentist!" i was so proud... where would she ever get an idea like that? she then went back to her sticker book. 2 minutes later she looked up at me and said, "mom, i actually want to be a candy-giver when i grow up." cuz in case you didn't know, in a 3 yr olds mind, its actually halloween all year long.
it's a tough one, but any idea what career path we should encourage... dentist or candy giver.