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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Don't call me Sweetheart....

I called today to confirm I still had my appointment at the GYN's office (because our home phone has been out again for about a week, so no one can call ME to confirm/remind me) and the receptionist calls me Sweetheart.

>:{

Excuse me?  Are we dating?  Are you my Husband?  Are you my Gramma?  Call me Sweetheart.  I think not.

Currently, I'm ordering the Lent items as discussed with my fellow CCD teacher which was supposed to have been done last week; where did last week go?

Yeah, so, fingers aren't crossed that it'll all make it in on time for Sunday's class.  Unless, I pay extra for shipping -- which the whole idea in the first place was to qualify for FREE shipping.

Add that to the list of tests my son has this week, which means 'we' are studying for all these tests. Factor in that I haven't read narry a blog or even posted in days...  [I know, I could have read blogs on Sunday -- but it was sooooo pretty outside that I sat in the sunshine with my hard copy of "The Seventh Tribe", the first book in what is to be part of the series "The Windwalkers", written by Lis Garrett.]

I have pictures to post, and pictures to print and my Writing Course materials and manual came in the mail yesterday (which I'm super excited about).   But, I haven't written a word yet.  Too busy repeating second grade.

My kitchen is cluttered, which is never a good thing.  I see the house as your state of mind.  If the house it cluttered, particularly the core of the home, then the mind must be scrambled.  And, mine is.

I just finished billing two notary jobs (mind you about four or five days late) which means a trip by the post office to speed up delivery, and I still need to grocery shop for the items to cook lunch at the school on Friday.

My son hollers this morning, "MOOOOOM! I don't have any pants!"  The boy's pants consist of two play pair, one casual and one cammo, and the rest are Wranglers.  "What do you mean, you don't have any pants?  (checking the laundry room) I've washed all the darks."

Uh-Oh.  I hit his laundry cabinet and, in true Carol Burnett style, am tackled by tons of laundry -- consisting mostly of dirty, denim Wranglers.  Eew.  Luckily, he does find a pair of clean Wranglers to wear while I dig my way out.

How does one go from "On top of EVERYTHING" to drowning under everything in 24 hours? 'Tis life, and I have one.  And, for that I am very thankful.

But, don't call me Sweetheart....

;-)  I'll be back y'all!  Hang tight!


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10 comments:

Jay said...

Okay, I won't call you sweetheart. Babe. ;-)

Baseball Mom said...

I am with you. >:{

Another thing that cooks my goose .. calling me my first name when you don't know me. Seriously! When did offices, staff @ school, etc. Start addressing ppl by first name only. I do not call you by your first name unless asked. DON'T do the same to me ... Ugh!

Prohomemaker.Com said...

Along what Baseball Mom said, I've noticed it depends how I am dressed -- I am Mr Martin when in my work duds, but Harry when I am in shorts and flipflops. Happens all the time at the grocery store and Wells Fargo.

Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

can we call you Darlin', darlin'?

Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Full said...

Jay, you are so sly! ;-)

Y'all, thanks for the weigh in! I typically like Sweetheart but not from the receptionist at my GYN's office -- who is probably my age or younger anyhow....

Gary, Darlin' is adorable!

Rocky Garcia said...

Calling sweetheart is only for couples. It can also be used to an anonymous child. But never to a first time stranger. That will sound strange.

Melissa said...

I would balk at someone calling me sweetheart, especially since not even my husband calls me that. But I actually prefer people calling me by my first name. I'm 32 years old - "Mrs. Garrett" makes me feel WAY too old. All my kids' friends call me "Melissa".

Melissa said...

I agree completely about Sweetheart (and Honey, and every other term of endearment that strangers sometimes use).

My other pet peeve is people who try to be chummy by using nicknames. When I was a kid I went to a dentist's office where they always called me Missy. I've never gone by that nickname and hearing it only at the dentist's office didn't make me like it any more! :)

WPMomOf2 (jen) said...

I hate that "sweetheart", "honey", etc. Drives me nuts!!

Princess Mimi started a 3 year old Sunday school class at our parish church and loves it!

kcinnova said...

I bet your houses is cleaner than mine!
The clutter monster is lying in his own regurgitation here. ugh!!

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