Brooke and Cash Chronicles, Part 2

So...

Back to the Brooke and Cash Chronicles.  Part 2.

If you need refreshing, go back and read here.

I finished my conference call, and walk out into the living room.  Cash expectantly looks up, with his sweet smile.

Cash:  Are you finished with your call?
Janie:  Yes, sir.  You ready to go?
Cash:  Yes, ma’am!!
Janie:   Okay, then we have to go to school to pick up Brooke, okay?
Cash:   Okay!

And off we truck to ToysRUs.  Meanwhile, ThatManILove has headed back out for the noon feeding of the sheep.

This time, for some reason, driving the Jeep.

And the watchdog neighbor comes tripping up to the barn.  “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” she asks.  And then, she looks.  

“Oh.  It’s you.  I should have known.  You left your truck running.”  And she stalks off.

TMIL just smiles, finishes feeding, heads into the house to change out a load of laundry and see what else he can get done.

Cash and I, meanwhile, are back at ToysRUs.  WHAT was I thinking?  This kid doesn’t even watch TV.  So, he doesn’t have a clue what the latest and greatest is, toy-wise.  And I?  Am clueless.  We start on one aisle, move to another, and another.  Then, back to the first aisle.  We never leave those aisles, until he picks out his Batman toy complete with all sorts of parts and accessories.  It’s as tall as Cash.

We take it home, unpack it, he plays with it for a bit, and we go get Brooke, run to Starbucks, and then back out to their house to get them ready for their 4H awards banquet.  They’ve not seen their mom in a day now, and they’re both ready for some Mommy love.  They are both soooo good.

We come back to our house, get them dressed, Brooke’s hair styled, and we’re off to meet their dad at the Midland County Fair. 

You’ll be glad to know that, yes, ThatManILove turned off his vehicle.

Why is it starting to smell like the sheep pens around my house??  

It's really baaaaaaaad.

Miles and Miles: The Young Whippersnapper Tales

I'm in a board meeting today, so I leave you with this - a story from last year...a trip to Denver.
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Oh, my Lord. I’m exhausted. We went to 8 different offices today to call on customers. All of the visits were good, and that’s somewhat normal for my day, seeing that many customers…

Except…

We’re in Denver! Downtown Denver. The Mile High City. Which translates to tons and tons and miles of walking. And I’m old…and decrepit. Funny, I never thought of myself as that way, until today.

We had a 7 a.m. breakfast date with one customer, then an 8:15 appointment with another…about 7 blocks away, all up a steep hill.

Young Salesman: We have a trek ahead of us. This hill is killer.

Janie: I can (huff, puff) see that.

Young Salesman: When I first moved here last year from Houston, I would make this hill, and I thought I was going to die.

Janie: (Not speaking, because. I. Can’t.) (I think I am dying!) (But I’m still trying to look contained and in control, breathing regularly – when he’s not looking – because, you know, image is freakin’ everything.)

Young Salesman: (not even breathing hard) But I got over it quickly, ‘cause around here, you walk everywhere. It’s crazy when it’s icy and snowy, trying to navigate this hill.

Janie: (Still not speaking, trying to breathe and keep up with young whippersnapper: God, I think I might just fire him. Navigate the hill, hell, it’s a beautiful day and I can’t even navigate it!)

Young Salesman: The altitude and cold combined can wreak havoc on your body. One day this year, it was so cold, when I got to my office, I think my sinuses were frozen. They hurt so bad.

Janie: (What? Did he say his sinuses were frozen? I’m freakin’ burning up here! I tried to get you to let me leave my coat in the office, young fellow!)

Young Salesman: Sorry (as he leaves me behind), I'm a pretty fast walker.

Janie: (Not speaking, but wondering, “Do you think it would violate the sexual harrassment laws if you just carried me the rest of the way? I’ll give you a raise!”)

We make it to the 8:15 with minutes to spare, and have a great visit.

Then we leave for our 9 a.m. appointment.

Janie: Where to now, senor?

Young Salesman: Oh, we have to go to John’s office – it’s only about a mile and a half away.

Janie: Let’s get to it! Places to be, people to see! (Oh, yeah, I’m such a motivator!)(Do they have a recliner? I need a nap!)

He was a perfect gentleman, but he’s probably laughing his ass off tonight regaling his wife with stories of his out-of-shape lady boss. And tomorrow’s another day!

I have to go, I’m about to submit my online application to AARP...if I can find the strength to do so.

Lord, Help Me - Is This What They Call Maturity?