Back in the old days....

This is a picture of me and my husband with our first born son.  No, we're not that old, the period clothing were just a prop.  That was the only time my son has ever worn a dress I'm glad to say.  Hmmmm, come to think of it, that might be the last time I wore a dress as well!  My son is going on 20 now, and will be a father by Christmas.  Its killing me that he and his girlfriend are separated for the time being and I pray so hard that they will be able to get together soon so that I may begin practicing my rights as a grandmother-to-be.  I've got soooo many rotten things to teach my future grandbaby!  Oh the fun I will have!

I was almost a grandmother once before.  My eldest came home one night from work and told me that rumor was going around that one of the cashiers he worked with and was friends with, who just happened to be pregnant at the time... was actually pregnant with twins.... one of them being his!  He then told the cashier, who was also a friend of mine, that she must really be a lousy lover because he didn't even remember the sex.  When she gave birth to her beautiful blonde hair and blue eyed daughter I demanded to know where my little dark hair and dark eyed grandbaby was, cos that sweet little pinky baby was no relationship to me.  I got to babysit little Micheala once and it just made me soooo impatient for a grandchild.  How cruel that now when I finally have a grandchild on the way, the mother is clear across the other side of the country.

In the mean time I guess I'll have to settle for babysitting.  I love kids... much as I fuss about my own, and am a sucker when it comes to babysitting.  I'll babysit for free, but many of the young mothers I've sat for feel bad when they can't afford to pay me so I barter with them.  In the past I have worked for pizza (she worked at Dominoes), milk, eggs, cheese and peanut butter...(too much in the house), potato salad and soup (she worked at a snackbar), zucchini and yellow squash (a better gardener than I), and baked goods.  Truth be known for the enjoyment I got out of it I should have been paying them, but man, it was nice having homemade brownies that didn't have to be soaked in milk in order to bite into them.

Today ended out being okay.  Nothing bad happened.  I had a couple of run ins with some grumpy customers, but I kept thinking something worse would happen so they didn't seem so bad.  I think my husband is mad at me because my oldest boy was cussing infront of my youngest daughter (who charges a quarter for every cuss word) and I didn't stop him.  I'm waiting for him to say something, because I can then remind him that not only did he cuss infront of the children just recently, he actually cussed AT them, which is 10 times worse!  Besides, little Rocky is doing a great job taming her oldest brother's mouth.  He's gone from paying up about $5 a week to maybe $1 a week.  And just in case you're wondering, yes, she charges everyone, including guests a quarter for every cuss word.  Last year at our Fourth of July picnic she raked in over $7!  Its a great fund raiser for her, but most of all it keeps the vulgarity under control in a house that is full of impressionable ears.  Our friends are all very good about it and don't mind paying up for penalties, but are making a conscious effort to watch their language.  So anyhow, back to my husband being mad at me... I dare him...  I double dog dare him!  Besides, theres no room in the dog house for me.  He's already in there, him and his dickidoo!