We had a cookout last night. Someone on here told me, when I was hauling away junk, that those old washing machine innards make good fire pits, so I saved that. I DOES make a great fire pit. We had hot dogs and marshmallows and Tuwella invited herself, which was fine, but, she started bitching about not having enough "notice" to come "all the way out there." Cripes, all she had to do was walk out her side door, turn right and go to the back of my house. Everything is a huge deal and she makes me tired. *
I was trying to teach Lissa about fire spirits and that thing kept appearing around the fire in the photos. Fire spirits are called Salamaders. I hesitate to say it IS a fire spirit, because of the smoke and setting sun, but, it was fun to show Lissa. Mom kept interrupting with her ridiculous stories that don't make any sense and I tried to be polite, but, she told Lissa to BE QUIET so she could keep blabbing on about herself, I told her this was Lissa's night to talk and we should listen to her. Mom didn't get the point and she said I was going to spoil her and make her think she's the most important person in the world. And I said, SHE IS. I wasn't even nice about it. Geez, I only get her on weekends so you'd think Mom would understand that Lissa is more important than her two days a week. Mom is convinced this cook out was like the old days when the Iowa YaYa's got together, but, I assured her it is not. It's Lissa's time, and kids ARE important and have important things to say.
I was trying to teach Lissa about fire spirits and that thing kept appearing around the fire in the photos. Fire spirits are called Salamaders. I hesitate to say it IS a fire spirit, because of the smoke and setting sun, but, it was fun to show Lissa. Mom kept interrupting with her ridiculous stories that don't make any sense and I tried to be polite, but, she told Lissa to BE QUIET so she could keep blabbing on about herself, I told her this was Lissa's night to talk and we should listen to her. Mom didn't get the point and she said I was going to spoil her and make her think she's the most important person in the world. And I said, SHE IS. I wasn't even nice about it. Geez, I only get her on weekends so you'd think Mom would understand that Lissa is more important than her two days a week. Mom is convinced this cook out was like the old days when the Iowa YaYa's got together, but, I assured her it is not. It's Lissa's time, and kids ARE important and have important things to say.
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Well, anyway we had a good time and a gross dinner which Lis loved. She ate five hotdogs, but, she didn't like roasted marshmallows, so she just stuck them on her stick and ate them that way. Then she played in the fire and we told her the old wives tale about playing in fire and peeing the bed. I said let's see if it's true in the morning. It must not be, neither one of us woke up in a wet bed. I think we're going to do this again tonight, only I found a grill thingy that fits over the pit, so maybe hamburgers tonight.
Well, anyway we had a good time and a gross dinner which Lis loved. She ate five hotdogs, but, she didn't like roasted marshmallows, so she just stuck them on her stick and ate them that way. Then she played in the fire and we told her the old wives tale about playing in fire and peeing the bed. I said let's see if it's true in the morning. It must not be, neither one of us woke up in a wet bed. I think we're going to do this again tonight, only I found a grill thingy that fits over the pit, so maybe hamburgers tonight.
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See that sheet on the clothes line? Yeah. I was going to do laundry and mom heard me say that. So she, real quick and sneaky, went and washed that one sheet and hung it there. She has a dryer, I don't. See what I mean about her? She has a screw loose.
See that sheet on the clothes line? Yeah. I was going to do laundry and mom heard me say that. So she, real quick and sneaky, went and washed that one sheet and hung it there. She has a dryer, I don't. See what I mean about her? She has a screw loose.
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Maybe the little, light spirit, in the pic will invade mom and make her easier to contend with...
I admire your tolerance level for her nonsense. You're a bigger and more compassionate person than I would be.
Lis looks like she was having a blast. I never like toasted mush-mellows either. Then again I never liked them untoasted either. Give me a slice of watermelon instead! Enjoy your cookout tonight.
I love the idea that you recycled the innards of the washer.
That little pumpkin is so blessed to have a gram that puts her first and makes her think she is the most important being on earth. That'll do so much to foster her all-important self esteem. You rock Pat!
I like 'em burnt up. She had the best time burning them to a crisp for me and I told her they were delicious. It was cute.
Pat,
Your relationship with her always makes me smile. Everyone should have someone like you supporting them. Lis ia a lucky little, mush-mellow burner! I think you're lucky to have her too...
I can't wait to become a gramsy. It should be happening around the 10th of Dec. I'm going to have such fun with my little grandbaby boy!
I can't wait to see him!!
maybe those fire fairies are trying to protect you from your mother's insane craziness!
Sorry your mum is a nutbag. I have an aunt that's the same. It's beyond exhausting.
I love, love, love burnt marshmallows and burnt hot dogs for that matter. What's the story about playing in the fire and wetting the bed though? Never heard of that.
Pat;
Your relationship with Lis is magical. I also tell my granddaughter that she, and what she has to say, is important.
Lis is just cuter than the law will allow!! Look at her in that chair with that cap on, and her leg crossed. She's such a character.
Pat, your mom is a lot like mine was. We may be related.
Looks like you and Lissa had a great time.... even tho your mom and aunt tried to rain on your parade.
YES... Lissa is the most important thing in your life and good for you to let your mom know it and for Lissa to hear it. It will do her so much good to KNOW that she is #1 for someone....
I like burnt up marshmallows too! Lis looks so darn cute in that hat. I wish I could come out and have some burnt up marshmallows too.
It's good to see you ladies having a good time. Lissa looks very happy when she's around you. I wish I had the privilege to meet that little girl.
There is nothing better then hot dogs on a stick!
Oooo! I like my marshmallows crispy too. Squished in the middle of two honey graham crackers with a square of hershey chocolate.
Mmmm!
okay Heidi I want smores tonight sooooo badly! lol.
Anon,
you can make smores in the microwave. Put graham cracker on plate, top with marshmallow and zap for a minute (try 30 seconds first), then put chocolate on other graham cracker and smoosh together.
We did it in the winter when the girls had slumber parties.
That looked like you guys had a lot of fun. Sorry about your Mom DD, she must try and make everything difficult for you. In the pics she looks like such a sweet old lady. She may be a little jealous of your relationship with Lis?
Sorry about your mom, DD. Has she been to a doctor lately? When someone that age does such odd things you might want to get her checked out. (unless she's always been like that, of course)
oh i love burnt burnt BURNT marshmallows!!!
i've made totally ghetto smores before and put a marshmallow on a fork and held it over a gas burner flame set on high!!!
miss tia
Pictures of your mom always make me sad. She always looks so defeated.
As long as the little one has a good time nothing else should matter.
why do people put chinese thingies on here...... just wondering..
I was wondering what the #s were under Candy's comment were to, anybody?
DD, I spent a big part of today reading posts from wayback on your site. And I have to ask, where is Jolene? I love her and you. Now I am off to investigate the Trailer Park Boys.
Miss Tia I have done the same thing!!! The marshmallows and the fork over the stove! LOL
When you're hungry for a smore, it doesn't matter what kind of flame you use to roast the marshmallows. Did that a few weeks ago too!
Burn marshmallows and burnt hotdogs, for that matter, are truly they only way to go.
I love Lis, she ROCKS (just like her grammy).
Ugh, I deal with that crazy competitive shit whenever I have to deal with my mother, too, but luckily I don't live next to her.
I wish it was just a loose screw, that would be fine, but those types are actually VERY hard, or impossible to understand. First I was pissed but now I'm laughing at her fucking wet sheet. Pathetic.
Fire pits and just having a fire burning is a favorite of mine also. My kids always want me to build a tepee, a fire, and a rock circle by the fire.
I finish just in time for them to go back inside and complain about the mosquitoes. They get huge down here.
The old man that runs the choke-n-puke used to tell me he had seen mosquitoes "so big that they stand flat-footed and fuck a turkey".
jarhead
LOL @ Jarhead.
That's funny, Jarhead. We always joke about throwing the mosquitoes on the pit and cooking them up right along woth the chicken and hamburgers. Someone always yells out, "I want a wing!"
Mosquitos are nasty fuckers here in CT too.
They have adequate water to thrive, that is for sure.
Jarhead, thanks for the morning chuckle
MissTia --- I've done that too, thought I was the only one. You wouldn't believe the things I've done in a desperate attempt to squelch my sweet tooth!
LOL @ Jarhead.
Pat, you and Lis have such a wonderful relationship. Lis is really going to appreciate that. It's going to come in handy one day.
I've roasted marshmallow with the stove and candles too. Hey, you just gotta have one sometimes.
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