The bright side is that they don't live as long.:rolleyes:

Toddlers?

recipies?

My father and sister are ardent Jehovah's Witnesses.
For the past eight years, they've been not-so-subtlety hinting that they would like me to leave Freemasonry and join them in "The Truth".
And I have told them that I have no intention of quitting Masonry to make them happy.
My life has no bearing on them, but they insist on trying to interfere in mine.

Well, everything came to a head May 1st.
I was informed that I was no longer allowed to visit them, call them, or in any way contact them.
All because I didn't want to join their religion.

Fuck it.

She thinks she is, but she isn't. Over Easter she delivered a bunch of candy, happy to tell me that she had checked the ingredients and "gluten" was not listed. :rolleyes: I have sent her several documents explaining what gluten is and the hundreds of ingredients that it hides in, but she doesn't understand.

He had four nights away with both grandma and Daddy at home while I was in the hospital with Minifobette. That was pretty much four straight days of screaming. Just a few weeks ago we had a bit of an emergency and he did a bedtime with just Daddy, and he did mostly okay with that. But it was in his own bed following his (very rigid) bedtime routine. The last time we were at grandma's house over the holidays, even with me there he screamed until past midnight before finally passing out in his new sleeping environment.

And it's not just the inconsolable part, there are real dangers--aside from the danger of her feeding him the wrong foods, he still bolts unexpectedly in unfamiliar public places, and I know she can't run as fast as he can, nor is she physically strong enough to contain him when he's in full-on tantrum mode. On the upside, Minifob's aunt lives with her as well, and her, I do trust. She's a special education teacher, and just a lot more mentally with it in general.

But yes, it's possible that with another year under his belt he'll be a totally different kid. I just don't want her to think I'm committing to things now that I can't predict.

My Gran used to frustrate the hell out of my mum when I was a kid. She'd give me a slice of cake before mum had a chance to stop her and then when reminded "mum, you know she can't eat egg, right?"

Gran would respond with "Oh!" waving it away like mum's being silly "It's only a little bit of egg".


[eta] Gran was awful for stuff like that. I loved it. I got to eat all kinds of good stuff I wasn't allowed to eat. At six years old the immediacy of cake beat the distance of a bad flare, hands down every time.

That, right there, is exactly what you need to tell her. You have to make it contingent on his capacity to stay away, not her capacity to look after him.

Yes, fuck it. My first wife was a JW and after we divorced she did the same thing to her whole family. It's not you, it's them & their problem. You know damn well you did the right thing by not fucking up your life to placate them. Besides, you'd miss the roasted babies. :lol2:

Exactly.

And roasted babies are Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, delicious.

Could you do the same thing if it was one of your adult children?

You need a much larger fire for the adult children.

:rotflol:

Or cut them in to Smaller pieces

Electrical problems.
My washer quit today in the middle of a cycle. Along with my water heater and my range. The clock and all the lights work on the range, but the elements will not heat up. When I turn the burner on, the washer 'tries' to work but doesn't. (can hear it kinda humming).
I went out and googled the meter and it looks fine except for one thing....it's not turning. Nary a bit. Hasn't turned in hours and I am running a crockpot, two window air conditioners, lights, 'puter, and ceiling fans.
'Splain that one for me please. I'm thinking poltergeist.

I'm thinking free power!! Woo!