Improper Influences

I just cleaned the bugs out of my teeth, so I could communicate without embarrassment. This fast internet is such a rush. I am currently talking on the phone, (sorry to multitask during our conversation Amy) and blogging at the same time. Isn’t that cool? I know it is probably not a novelty to the rest of you, but wow, it’s a whole new world!

So, the here’s the latest. Rylee and Morgan did an “Extreme Mommy Makeover” (their words, not mine) on me this last weekend. Rylee did my hair, changed my earrings to some big dangly ones (she told me I look like my cousin Emma with the earrings in – so sorry Emma, I am sure she didn’t mean it!), and they both fought over doing the makeup. Morgan did the eyebrows with eye shadow, then proceeded to stand back and say, “Wow, that really make your eyebrows stand out. Just like a boy peacock who wants to get married.” Now that’s not a compliment a person earns every day! It was some makeover, I tell you.

After looking at the “painted woman” in the mirror, I concluded that I must be a poor influence on the girls when we have too much time on our own without Daniel around. Last time it was just us girls we visited Wall Drug on our way back from our big summer trip. I had the girls pose with some of the funny statues they have there, one of which was a very immodestly dressed barmaid type lady. I told the girls to look shocked and try to cover her up to make her more modest. As you can see from the results they apparently ended up fondling her while gazing intently at all her exposed skin. I got “the look” from Daniel, as you can guess, when he saw the pictures.

He, on the other hand, works all the long hours, both day and night, for so little appreciation from home. This was made obvious through a conversation we had this week. The Papa Murphy’s here does a Tuesday special, which I, being in a rush and exhausted, decided to get this week. When I came out with just a pizza the girls started complaining about us not getting breadsticks or cookie dough. I proceeded to lecture them about being grateful for what they are getting and how we don’t have money to waste on all the extras, and so on. Then I hear Rylee turn to Morgan and say, “Yea, Morgan, Dad’s not doing so well right now.” Poor man, at least he has Emily as his own personal cheerleader to make him feel loved and appreciated when he comes home and who loves to “Kiss da window” (blow kisses out the window as he drives away) when he leaves. Everyone needs an uninhibited admirer. We all really do love our “man of the house!”