The happiest poisoning I have ever had

OK, so it's the only poisoning I have ever had and really since I'm not a doctor, I can't even be sure of that. But this had all the symptoms of food poisoning and I had it fierce! You don't want details. I lay on the floor most of the day, because I didn't have the strength to get back in bed and Mackay was happier (read: quieter) if I was close to him. While I laid there I couldn't help but remark to my self that this was one of the best sicknesses I'd ever had.
It's summer so I didn't need to get the kids from the bus stop, I had the means to call my daycare client and call in a sick day, I have a son who can make French Toast for dinner, and I had no obligations what so ever that couldn't wait a day. I didn't have to go down to a well to fetch water, I had a toilet in my very own Master bedroom. I lay on a nice carpet in air conditioning comfort and I had a trustworthy doctor as back-up in case this was more than I could handle. I even had a puppy who came and laid beside me to keep me company. I had a good husband who took the kids swimming for a while so I could sleep and good kids who played on their own (even in the middle of no TV week).
I know, so I'm making you all jealous about how good my life is but really, in between pukes- I knew I had it easy.

Laverne's

I don't know about every woman, but I know a lot of us have beauty secrets, things we do to feel beautiful. One of mine is eye brow waxing, and I try to stay up on that as much as possible, to avoid looking like Bert from Sesame Street. I just feel framed better when I get that done. There is a nail place on Lindsay Road in Mesa, AZ that my sister introduced me to that is inexpensive, and close. And with their strong Vietnamese accents, always fun to go to. Today I noticed a sign in the window that announced they are closed on Sundays. When I asked Laverne about it, she told me that the store was in a Mormon area and that they were very quite on Sundays, so no point. I asked her if she lived in that Mormon neighborhood, No. I asked if she had ever been to those Mormon's church, No. She told me she had been raised Catholic by her Catholic parents who were converted in Vietnam, but that she was a 'lazy' Catholic. I mentioned that now that she didn't work on Sundays she had time to go to church, but our time was up and the conversation ended.
Homework for readers:
If you ever want to get your nails done, or eyebrows waxed (or mustache, I wont tell), go to Laverne's. She does great pedicures I hear and I'm hoping to go there on a date some Saturday with my husband, he's on his feet just as much as I and would really enjoy it! Ask her about church. Who knows were it will go. And any establishment that honors the sabbath should be blessed with business the rest of the week, especially from those Mormons! I'll tell you what I find out in 6 weeks when I go back for my eyebrow waxing.

Fear & Faith on a Friday

What a fiasco! What a treat!
Last Friday while getting gas, I noticed an old woman sitting in a car with an obvious flat tire. With my kids safely in the A/Ced van, I walked over and asked her if she needed any help. She pointed in an obscure direction and said her husband was calling someone. In the opposite direction, an old man stood at a payphone trying to punch numbers for a call. Must be a match! So I gingerly approached him, fearful that I might give him a heart attack if I startled him. He was indeed the 'husband' but wasn't getting anywhere on the phone so I offered my cell phone to him. After he had called for help, he asked if I would take his sick wife home. "...the heat, you know." So I helped his wife into the van, a little surprised he trusted a stranger with his sweetheart. He gave me vague directions and told me "she gets mixed up sometimes..." Okay... While driving home, she asked me "Are you a Mormon girl?" Well I haven't been a 'girl' for many years but I answered her "Yes!" She had guessed as much. She had a good Mormon friend, she said. When I dropped her off at home and helped her inside, I noticed several Air force decorations and asked about them. Her husband, Gene Cavanaugh was a Paratrooper in WWII and dropped into the Battle of the Bulge! So cool! And I got to meet him!
I laugh at my fear of approaching them and wonder at his fear of jumping into Belgium to fight Germans in what became the biggest and bloodiest battle that American forces experienced in World War II. How easy it seems now to trust your wife to a Mormon girl after trusting your life to God and then jumping out of a plane.
I'm still geeking out about the experience. How lucky am I to help someone who fought for my freedom. I think if I'd had my camera on me I would have asked for a picture. Probably better that I don't carry my camera with me!