| To answer the burning question of one reader, no. I do not work at a gas station. There's more than one April in Red Bluff! Since some of you are curious, I will tell you a bit about myself. I work in a professional setting. While doing my work, I am very quiet. I am expressive when I do speak and tend to move my hands around a lot. Hmmm...that about covers it. After work, I exercise and even do some yoga classes. Yoga, what can I say, except that I cannot make my body into a v shape, with only my butt touching the floor. I comfort myself with the thought, "God didn't make me v shaped with my butt on the floor." However, I can make a rather nice and more natural looking "L." I believe that if my arms were just one or two inches longer, I could do these moves with skill and ease. That's my only problem with yoga. Afterward, I like to sit in the sauna at the club as this gives me time to think. I am always slightly worried when sitting in there, reading the warning labels on the wall. One says to exit immediately if feeling uncomfortable or dizzy. I worry that I may become dizzy and not realize it. After all, if you're dizzy, you're not really thinking clearly, right? Anyway, I wonder what might happen if I were to actually pass out, sweating and wrapped only in my towel. Would I be carried out of sauna and into the parking lot to wait for an ambulance to arrive? What if my towel fell off in transit? Is there any other situation that would have me lying on the ground naked in the parking lot? I sit in there and worry...could this really happen, or would I be ignored, left to lie in the sauna and continue to melt until all that was left on the bench was a lump of fat? As it turns out, neither possibility ever happens and the only thing worthy of mention is that I think my legs look like bright red sausage links when I exit. When I get home, it's homework, playing with kids, and housework. I play with dolls and Legos in between loads of laundry and dishes. Every once in a while, we break from the routine when there's something more fun to do, for instance, the Missoula Children's Theater. My son performed last week in the Robin Hood Play...what a proud moment! On Monday, the little red truck pulled into Red Bluff and auditions were held at Vista Middle School. Just two young women, Krystal and Megan, but wow! I am in awe. During the week of practice at the Old State Theater, they managed to keep order while keeping a very fun atmosphere. I suggest these two women write a book on parenting. They are quite skilled at instilling obedience and respect, and did I mention that the kids were having fun? Talley Ho! It's off to the forest...that way! |
| Who would have guessed that such a small red truck could hold so much fun? My husband almost cried with joy. "Honey, do you see the bumper sticker? They like Spam! I knew they were good people!" |
| I believe it was last month that I put my foot in my mouth, totally misquoting a member of the Arts Council *clears throat and smiles sheepishly* The Arts Council has sponsored the Missoula Children's Theater for the past six years, giving children a great opportunity to experience the theater. Thank you! Also, I'd like to say how impressed I was by the Literary Festival at the Community Center this week. This was sponsored by the Tehama County Department of Education. It brought in a number of children's authors who spoke and gave workshops. My two older children attended and are already looking forward to attending next year's event. This month, we've also sold Girl Scout cookies in front of Raley's. No doubt you've seen the constant cookie booths set up by both entrances. Don't even think about trying to get past these girls. They're on a mission. My daughter was a most enthusiastic cookie. See for yourself. |
| I find that kind of positive behavior exhausting. Certainly, my daughter showed her fatigue at the end of the two hour cookie-selling ordeal. That kind of ongoing happiness is irritating. Don't do it to your friends unless you are also willing to wear the costume. Well, that's enough about us for now, although there's so much more I could tell you. I'll save it for another week. |
