But She Said Please!

This all started very innocently. I do not like spaghetti four times a week. Fran was starting on his third time this week and I just couldn't stand the thought of it. I thought there was a can of salmon in the pantry. Salmon is an excellent source of omega 3 which I need. And besides that, I like it. I couldn't find the salmon, but I found a package of Girl Scout cookies that I had hidden from Fran and me so we had something sweet in emergencies. Well, this was an emergency.  We have been trying to cut way back on carbs and we have been doing very well. We have fallen off the wagon a few times like when we went to my daughter's house.  Those free days are allowed sometimes.
I couldn't open the box of cookies. Now that I look back at it, I think that was an omen that I should have put the box back. Anyway, Fran opened it.

Then there was Maggie. Oh my gosh she went nuts!  Her nose was sniffing, her tongue was licking and she was whining. I really felt bad when I told her she couldn't have any as I was popping one or two in my mouth. I know I am terrible.  After all I am sure she said, "Pleeease!"

WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?............

It's interesting isn't it that when you live with someone you don't notice little differences; like how  much the kids have grown, like how your husband is getting deaf. No not deaf, but really hard of hearing. Not too long ago my youngest son came over and was sitting in the computer room. I was fixing supper. Husband was sitting in the livingroom. Each distance was approximately eighteen feet away. Husband would say something and I would say"what?" That was not my fault. He mumbles and has his head away from me.
I would say something and husband would say, "What?" After about fifteen minutes of this, my son  had had it. He said, "This house has more "what's" in it than a light bulb." Of course, hubby and I both started to argue and of course laugh.
This morning it started to rain. I said, "Thank goodness it has started to rain."  He said, "you are hearing things." I said, "you are losing your hearing." Of course, he argued. I told him to go look and of course, sure enough it was raining. He didn't say much after that, but I am sure he will argue again if the situation arises. "What?"

I Think I Have Aged Ten Years In The Last Month

Has anyone noticed that I have been gone?  I sure hope so. I love writing my stories and I have not been able to. Yup, computer crashed. I was too cheap to either get a new one or have this one fixed, so my daughter in law said, "just do it yourself!" Ha, anyone that knows me would know that a computer is one thing that I cannot fix and will not attempt to fix.
We have a neighbor that works on computers for a living and couldn't fix it. I have to give him a break, he didn't have much time due to a family emergency. You also have to know that my husband is about as computer illiterate as you can get. When he started messing with it one night, I asked him what he thought he was doing with MY computer. His answer was quiet," just thought I would see what I could do with it."  I was reading, all of a sudden I heard the Windows music. I started screaming and yelled that's Windows music. Yay!!! Well, little did I know how much work there was left to do. My daughter in law did tell me that it would be like starting out like new. OMG do you have a clue how much is in a computer that you have had for two years. I will tell you....a lot!!
Just for instance my Favorites. I have to have My Favorites. I didn't have them any more. So I started out to my desktop to get them. For some reason some of them weren't even there. And of course, tool bars, desktop icons, contact list was STILL there. Face book was STILL there, Huh? Weird stuff as well as Twitter. Unreal. It's thinking was all messed up. My blogs were still there. Oh by the way my address is mrsfrenchie1.@blogspot.com  I hope you will stop by and visit. I should be able to start writing on a regular basis from now on.
I always put my signature on these. That will take awhile. It was wiped out too, I just found out. Oh, well, carry on!
P.S  Finally figured out how to get  my signature back, but I can't move it. Oh what a day!

Down Through The Ages........

When the "cave woman" became forceful with the man that drug her around with her hair she took his club and turned the tables on him. At that time, his mother made the word mother-in-law a sour taste in a woman's mouth. He didn't like her mother and she certainly didn't like his.

As the world turned and evolved, dislike picked up some fear. Mixed together the wife wanted her house, her cooking, the children's appearance, their report cards, and a zillion other things that only a mother or mother-in-law could see or pick up on.
I am telling this tale from a woman's perspective about a mother-in-law. What about HER mother? Nothing is more upsetting than her mother to arrive early, except that the mother goes to the basement and sees dust. The daughter points out that one of the children did not dust as was requested and the child answered, "but it was dark stuff." How can you argue with that?  This grandma could care less about dust, all I care about is hugs that I don't get very often. My son-in-law is a great guy and always makes us feel very welcome. Thanks you two for a great birthday!

B&A

Today is my birthday. I  am sixty seven years old today. I decided to do exactly what I wanted to do today. So the first thing I did was "sleep in."  I don't usually do that. Then Fran took the dog out which is my usual chore. Then my youngest son came to visit which was fun. Then my daughter called and all my grandchildren chorused "Happy Birthday" to me. That was very fun to hear that. We will go see them this week and get lots of hugs and hopefully cake and ice cream since I  haven't had any carbs for which it seems like forever.

I went out to the kitchen and heard a lot of cursing. It was Fran exlaiming that the house was full of ants. Itsybitsy tiny little ants that in fact looked like grease ants, but they were not. We sprayed and scrubbed the cupboards, the counters and the walls.

Happy Birthday, Lu!!  B&A

I Would Commit A Crime......

When I close my eyes and let my mind wander, I try to imagine what a carbohydrate is and what it looks like. A carb (nickname) in my mind has a fat face, is purple with red cheeks and horns on the top of his head. Hmm, sound like the emoticom devil doesn't it?

A "carb" is a devil that I have to fight every day of my life.  Carbs turn to sugar in your body and I don't need that. I was talking to a friend of mine today and we were talking about these viscious things and she happened to mention that there were no carbs she didn't like.  I thought about it for about 2 minutes seconds and I agreed.
Fran and I are both on a really strict low carb diet and therefore, have been having a lot, I mean bushel basket fulls of salads.
This afternoon he said, "I'm still hungry, that salad just didn't do it."
That's when I said," You know what, I would commit a crime for a chocolate chip cookie."
So we quietly crept out to the kitchen and gently poured honey nut cheerios in a bowl for a snack. But wait!!! 2% milk was the topper!!

No Way!! Yes Way!!

After many months of letting my illness get the best of me and turning down invitations to do things, my husband and I accepted a ride to Silver Dollar City yesterday. Our friends have a season pass so we got in on a Buddy Pack.
My friend packed sandwiches and brought sodas. It is good that she did because the cost of food there is out of sight!

However, the smell of barbeque and fried potatoes, kettle corn, and a zillion other yummy foods were just killing me.
Our friend needed a motorized wheelchair, but I had Fran. He needed the exercise, and there was no way I could have walked it myself.
What did we do? Well, we went to about four shows, I believe. We met people from different parts of the states and had good visits.
Of course, I packed my trusty camera, and you will never believe this, the batteries were dead. I said, "No Way!" I could have cried. What I did moan and groan about was that they were fine when we got home!!
I told Fran that the last time I was at Silver Dollar City was twenty two years ago. We took my daughter for her twenty first birthday. I really didn't see much difference; the little train was still carrying folks around the park, the glass blower was still there and so was the "smithy." However, the original "smithy" had passed away and is buried in the cemetary close by. My friend kept running into candy vendors and getting samples. She was grinning ear to ear. I was concerned that they were on to her, but she didn't care.
This week was the Bluegrass festival along with the barbeque. There were so many people I couldn't believe it! They also had bus and bus load of kids off school for field trips.
Before Fran and I were married about three years ago, we decided to go for a ride. We looked to the side of the road and on a little stage, a farmer's market was "happening." One of our friends was selling goat soap, the gals were serving cookies and hot chocolate, and for entertainment was a little bluegrass group called the Myer's Brothers. At that time the little guy that played the bass fiddle was nine years old. The other brothers were teenagers. We loved their music. We were so pleased to  see that they were also at the festival.
The only thing that put a damper on things was cold (very cold) weather and rain. That was ok, we had a good day.
If any of you get a chance to go to the Ozarks, make sure that Silver Dollar City is on your list of things to visit.