Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Wanted: A Momanny

Sometimes I want to hire a nanny. But not a nanny for the kids because what's the point of having kids if they give the nanny all the love? But a nanny for me. A Momanny if you will. So I can have adult conversations when it's convenient. So when I hear things on the radio I can immediately converse about it with someone when the topic is fresh. Like the CA woman who just had octuplets. You know the story---it's first reported as a marvelous thing that she was able to carry all 8 babies and everyone is healthy. Then the next day the story is that she had done it before and has 6 little kids at home already. By donated sperm! And she lives with her parents in a three bedroom apartment. Now the debate is over family planning and what roles infertility doctors should have. What do you think?
Then I saw an ad for fried twinkies and really wanted to point it out to my imaginary momanny and wonder who in the world would eat a fried twinkie and live to tell about it? You? Gross, gross, gross. Unfried twinkies give me the willies when I think too much about them. Kindof like hotdogs. Sadly though, you'll catch me eating both on occasion. Then my momanny and I will giggle at my hypocrisy and tell the kids to be quiet while we watch The View together and get mad at that mean Joy Behar. Yes. I definitely need a Momanny.

11 comments:

stephanie said...

Yes, a Momanny would be nice. Although it is still fun to discuss issues over the phone with children screaming so loudly we can't hear each other. Of course I mean your kids. My children are too well mannered to be rude while I am on the phone LOL. I can't believe I just used LOL since that is one thing that is so overused it should have been banned in 2009.

stephanie said...

BTW, I can barely remember collecting cherry pits. How do you remember that?

LC said...

I was just thinking that photo looked delicious and now that I know what it is...yum--I'm game. I really must be hungry because I thought Sammy's mashed up red velvet cake even looked good.

Maybe if I listened to the news and watched the View I would have something interesting to think about too.
You might just have to count on that good old shower to talk to.
Fun to hear a slice of your day. There I go thinking about cake again.

T said...

isn't that what your blog is for?... hmmm... maybe you just need to retitle the blog "Momanny"

Fried twinkies? Hmmm... I'll skip those, but Frozen Twinkies are DELISH!

cold cocoa said...

It sounds like you should have lived in the days of Brigham Young. Then you'd always have a fellow wife/mormanny to talk to. Several, in fact.

DKAZ said...

Isn't that what cell phones are for? So you can just give your kids the "look" when they try to interupt because Mommy is on the phone with someone important. And then you can go about your day ignoring them as long as possibly can, or until the the view is over.

The Allreds said...

ok, so glad I read the comments...I've gotta try a FROZEN twinkie!
fried anything is GROSS; there are a couple exceptions when I'm in the mood!
cold cocoa's comments were TOO funny! I'm glad you two were blessed with a great sense of humor. who needs People magazine or the "funnies" with you guys!?
i've resorted to talking to myself! having James around the house hasn't been helpful with that matter, I don't want to interrupt his important search : ) and get his thoughts going on something else!

Heidi Ashworth said...

I had a deep fried three musketeers bar once and it was HEAVEN and I do mean HEAVEN. I fully expect to eat nothing but once I pass through the pearly gates. A monanny would be nice . . .

hOLLIANN said...

First...very funny...second...I do not need one of those. I think it is a gift to the world that I can't just spout off my banter all day long. I am thinking that me simmering my off the cuff comments, mixed with my horrible ability to remember them by the end of the day...makes the world a lot better place. Here is to Queen of tact Holli in 08 (that is 3008)!

Lady Di said...

I have to go with CC on this. It is true, I have been thinking of the benefits of polygamy lately--you have someone to talk to, someone to help watch the kids and cook dinner. .. but the one husband thing is a problem. Maybe we could just arrange to live next door to a sister and eat dinner together and have the kids play together all day but then when night came we'd go back to our own families.

big8smiley said...

Just the thought of fried twinkies gives me a gall bladder attack! I'm getting so old. I think I want the momanny to do my sorting. Then while she sorts we could chat. Phones would definitely be out for me too!