Good morning, all! Been up for quite awhile, but just now sitting down to have my morning coffee. May I have some butter for my hot, fresh banana bread? Congrats on becoming a gramma!! Advice? Yep, just one little bit. Your children will do a lot of things as parents that you don't agree with. You have two choices - butt in or butt out. I would suggest butt out. LOL I've said it before, and I'll repeat....until my first grandchild was born way back in 1989 I didn't know I could love someone else's child that much!! Am I the only person on the porch who doesn't like Mexican food? It's not the spice, it's the complexity of the flavors. If I have chicken, I want to taste chicken....beef, pork, all of it. I like a slice of beef on this side of my plate, my taters or other side dish next to that, a veggie, a bit of bread, and a nice salad in a little bowl on the side. Our favorite meal is pork chops with fried apples 'n' onions and tiny roasted taters. All in one pan so easy clean up. And dee-licious! I have a funny feeling I'm gonna end up working on a chicken coop today if the temp gets up to 40 like it's supposed to. I don't WANT to work on the chicken coop. I want to stay in the nice warm house, maybe put a few stitches in my quilt, or get a column done for the paper. Every time we work on a major project together I end up getting yelled at. He'll look at me and say, "Hand me that.....that....over...there..." I look around in confusion because he hasn't assigned a noun to what he wants so he drops what he's doing, goes over and grabs said unnamed object, and then says, "It ain't rocket science, Diane!" Well, in fairness he learns more about his parentage than he did before we started too, so I guess we're even there. Like when we built the deck. For two years he'd sit at the table and draw plans for a deck. He talked about "Once we get the deck put up we can_____________." (fill in the blank). I'd clean the kitchen, put the latest plan in the drawer with the others, and shake my head. Then I'd go out and sit on the 4'x4' cement slab by the kitchen door and have a Pepsi. It was looking bleak. After a particular frustrating morning of listening to his big plans and cleaning up a broken glass from the concrete, I'd had enough. I didn't say a word - I took his latest set of plans, ran down to our local lumber store, gave his plans to Rudy, and said, "I need whatever it takes to get this done, plus one extra of everything in case we mess up." I paid for it, arranged for delivery that afternoon and went home. So we're having lunch in the kitchen when the lumber truck pull up. Rudy and his helper start unloading stuff and tossing it over the fence into the yard. "What the hell??" I just looked up from my sammich and said, "Oh, that's our deck." He just glared at me. Then, before he could say another word, I said, "Here's the deal. We're gonna build this deck, and there will be NO bickering. You tell me exactly what you want, and I'll get it. You tell me how to hold something, and I'll hold it until you say otherwise. One snippy word and you'll either be building it by yourself or you can use the wood for the firepit." We got that deck built in a weekend, and it's wonderful! And now it's gonna be a chicken coop. I love my life!
