Cat, bat............bucket, ?

So, clearly, Big Sis is learning how to rhyme in school. By rhyming everything. All day. At first I thought it was going to be a (welcome?!) break from her constant singing, but she's just incorporated the rhyming INTO her singing!

So, converstion between Big Sis and Mr.Fix-It the other night (while I was out to happy hour!):
Big Sis: know what rhymes with cat, daddy? Bat!!
Mr. Fix-It: yeah, that's great, sis...
Big Sis: know what rhymes with dad? Bad!!
Mr. Fix-It: right again!
Big Sis: know what rhymes with bucket? ____ it!
Mr. Fi-It: NO MORE RHYMING!!!!

Um, I'm sure you can guess what she came up with to rhyme with bucket. Where she got the idea to rhyme a 2-syllable word... I have no idea. But I hope she doesn't go showing off her advanced skills at school. ;)

A model day...

Okay, not a model day as in the perfect day.... like being home with Mr. Fix-It and the kids.... having a leisurely morning, heading off to the pool... no, nothing like that.

But today definitely wasn't ordinary! This morning at work, we had a big monthly meeting that typically includes... a couple hundred people? (I'm not good at estimating crowds!) Anyway, I was sitting in the front row (somewhere you'd never catch me... I'm more of a back row, closer to the Starbucks, kinda girl...)

Anyway, we had heard rumor that today's mtg would be special. About halfway thru the presentations, the production assistant (or whoever she was) asks me and a peer to move out of our seats, obviously making room for someone more important. (I know, I'm sure you can't imagine that!) She pulls in 2 chairs and now I am sitting in FRONT of the FRONT ROW! I'm practically on stage and totally not comfy with it.

Just about then... in walks Cindy Crawford. She came right past me and actually looked at me on her way down the aisle. (I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true!) When I'd heard she was coming, honestly, I was only mildly interested. But seeing her in person was totally different! It was exciting and she truly was different than I expected. She talked about being a working mom... she talked about relating to middle America and regular people.. and although lots of stars try to say all those things, she seemed genuine and real. She spoke intelligently and proved she wasn't trying to be just a pretty face. I was impressed!

Anyway, Mr. Fix-It nearly died when I told him I was within feet of Cindy Crawford today. ;) I'm pretty sure he was thinking of her, circa that 1992 Super Bowl commercial where the 2 little boys are watching her in amazement. ;) hee hee

Quick update on Magaw Camp 2009. Big Sis is having the time of her life! She's gone swimming the last few days and even made a new friend there, named Cheyenne. Big Sis loves to call the shots, and she even scheduled her own playdate, telling Cheyenne to meet her at the pool tomorrow morning. We did get a call on Sun, that almost broke my heart.... after being gone for 3 days, she missed us so much and called saying, "Momma, I want you... I want to come home to Teeeex-as...." (You'll remember I've told you about her drawl!) Anyway, some reassuring words from mommy and talks of all the fun things she still had left to do, and she was fine. She's such an independent, grown up little 3 year old! Anyway, our house is unbelievably quiet and we just can't wait to see her on Friday!

I don't do pretentious

I like nice things, I do. And I've worked hard to get some nice things in my life. But.... my parents are super down-to-earth, hard working, real people. Ditto for my sweet in-laws. And maybe that's why I just don't get the attitude that sometimes comes with money.

So, why this rant?

This weekend, Mr. Fix-It was a groomsman in a wedding at a super classy country club in OKC. THE. Country. Club. Of country clubs. If you know the area, you know it. It might rhyme with Schmallardia. Maybe. I'm just saying.

Anyway, Fri afternoon we met my mom in OKC and she took the kiddos that last hour north to her house. We picked up Mr. Fix-It's tux (I'll have to locate some pics, he looked hand-some! My MIL had her camera, so I'll grab some from her). Anyway, we decided to head to Schmallardia since we didn't know how long it would take us to get there, didn't want to be late, etc. We'd get dressed and settle at the bar for an overpriced drink and appetizer before the big rehearsal.

As we drove in, the homes were everything we expected them to be. Homes are our hobby, you know, and living in the Dallas area affords us tons of opportunity to peek in on this same type of living. We gawked a bit and headed into the Clubhouse.

We wandered in and found a man wearing a suit who we assumed could point us in the direction of the bar. He asked us if we were there for rehearsal, we asked him where this elusive bar was located. He hesitated.... then asked if he could get us something - a water or a coke. You see.... the bar is for:

WTF?! (Excuse this pic... I took a pic of the ACTUAL SIGN that was posted everytime you turned around, but it's on my phone and I'm not techy so I don't know how to get it from phone to blog.)

After I tried to keep my eyes from rolling straight outta my head, I told him we'd love some water. ;) He returned with these:

because apparently the real glasses are for members only as well.

Pompass asses.

Seriously, when Mr. Fix-It and I are rich ;) we won't be any different than we are today. Which is nice to strangers. And inclusive. Even if you're not rich like us. (But maybe we won't be nice if you're stupid.... then you probably DO deserve a little attitude!)

The evening did get better - we left the grounds for the actual rehearsal dinner. And the wedding was lovely - beautiful bride, amazing detail at the reception.... but the wedding day provided for even more pretentious crap. Still to come. ;)