Random thoughts III
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my great-grandma made the best pickles but I have no idea where that recipe is now. DH's mom makes some pretty good ones. These ones at Tipsy Cow though, if I get one of those preggo pickle cravings, it's going to be for those. Slightly sweet, very crunchy, light, just delish.
7/10.
It wasn't bad, I just expected a better one liner from you. Kinda felt like when you get super pumped about a movie, and it's not bad, but you just had such high expectations that you were going to be let down.
You could ask DH's mom for the recipe, but then would be one more thing to guilt you into letting them come vist:
"You know, I hope you're enjoying that pickle recipe...it's been in the family for generations...of course, you wouldn't know...you just take the recipe, then tell us you're moving friends every time we come visit...<big sigh>"
Naw, eff that...he don't get a pass from a little floor burn...I got half that bad at the trampoline park the other day when I was showing off for a MILF running up one of the incline trampolines holding the 2.5 year old and I fell and slid down. I ain't gotta post pics whining and ****, and I'm still on my game in herr...
hahahahahaha, well I'm sure it wouldn't involve any more than the jars of pickles we take every time we're home. She's an excellent cook/gardener type, I won't deny that. But yeah, sometimes the guilt gets laid on a little thick. Honestly they'll probably be good on visits for a while. They just wanted to see the house before it was done again. Just like they wanted to see our wedding gifts a few years back.
And she's not like my dad's parents so that's always good!
Oh, I know...she sounds just like my mom...but I put that stuff on lockdown years ago so it wasn't a problem now. Like, in college, she used to guilt trip me, and then she wouldn't talk to me for a month, but the problem was she kept track of how long it was, I didn't care.
Of course, I had the advantage of the fact that they were contributing nearly zero to my college, so I didn't have that guilt. Dad gave me a Ford Escort and I think maybe paid the insurance on it (insurance is debatable), so it's not like they had any 'strings' to yank on to get me to do what they wanted. We get along great now, but it took those hard years of establishing boundaries.
yeah, we have no strings (good). She's just very much of the mentality that even if family treats you like ****, you bend over backwards for them. I've learned that there are points where you are just better off without people in your life, no matter how much DNA you share. Some not super nice things were said to me about that (with them not knowing the situation) so I'm just not super duper comfy having them up in "our space" now. We'll go there when needed but I (and DH too) didn't love feeling forced into this. He definitely took them to task for the past dealio but sometimes you pick your battles. This was one of those times. It worked out well, and it would have been fine had I crossed paths for a little bit, I just found it funny that even being told that I was still going to be gone, they kept asking when I'd be there.
Based on the softball record, hitting things outta the park doesn't seem to be the specialty.
Tell dude that 00 says he better make his home, or he gon' end up living back with his momma.
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