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Posted to Thread #18929 at 12:14 am on Sep 5, 2010

Had my best day ever at the FM. I started bringing some baked goods, and boy did they ever go ever well. All three of my salsas sold out, so yay.

Saturday after the market;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Came home to a sparkly clean kitchen, thanks to Bub.

Long weekend, no school, yay, again.

My sister-in-law is trying my last nerve about the menu for our family lake get away. Three nights of meals, shared by the three of us. Got a voicemail, call me as soon as you get this message. "I think we should switch and have you make the turkey dinner on the third night, since if you are late, the turkey might not be done until 9pm. Uh huh. Okay, whatever you want.
Sorry, I shouldn't be complaining since she is treating the whole family to a 3 night stay at a gorgeous house at Lake of the Ozarks. It is just that my idea of relaxing is not the same as hers.

I already knew this, but today just reminded me that I married into a family of control freaks. Thank goodness they are all good-hearted. And thank goodness, Bub is not one of them.

This is a Saturday seven. On Wednesday, I got a call from my stepdaughter telling me that my granddaughter was in a car accident, but that she was okay. That she was on the county road and could I go and stay with her until she got there. I found her in a farmer's yard standing and crying. I looked at what had happened. If you all know country roads, you will understand this. Her wheel went over the ledge of the the road onto the grass, and she couldn't get it back on the road. She careened for about a quarter mile along the grassy sloped side of the road until she hit eight fence posts and finally was stopped by the metal gates. The car was obviously totaled, and she stepped out of the car apologizing to the the farmer who had just witnessed the whole thing(having his morning coffee on the porch). She came out of a car accident that broke the axel, broke the windshield in three places and destroyed the transmission, unscathed. Not a bruise or dot of blood on her. The farmer is letting my son-in-law fix the fence himself rather than reporting it to the insurance company and tears up, whenever they talk about it. These are some of the wonderful people I have met in the Midwest. It has taken me awhile to adjust to the difference in lifestyles here, and it isn't all good, but talk about the kindness of strangers.


Sometimes you just need to look reality in the eye, and deny it. –Garrison Keillor


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