I woke this morning with a feeling of wanting to do something for my family. I went straight to the kitchen and thawed out some sausage to make breakfast tacos. The sausage was from the hog that I had shot early in deer season. I felt happy that even though I really just wanted to lay in the bed and not do anything, I got up fried the sausage and cooked the eggs. I made my husband some coffee and served him breakfast in bed. This is not normal for me at all. I am not a morning person after all.
My son had come home for the weekend as his girlfriend lives with us. He lives out of town and works with his father. He returned home at 1 a.m. this morning with a new tattoo. The tattoo he got was not bad, it even was for a good reason, but I am just not thrilled about him having a second tattoo. He got this tattoo to remember a friend who had passed several weeks earlier. We picked at him about it but it did not look bad. His girlfriend returned home as she had went to Muddy Gra for the weekend. He was truly glad to see her and this is a blessing to me as at one time he did not treat women very respectful. I think he might be finally growing up. They spent a little quite time together before she took a nap. She had a job interview later in the evening to prepare for.
Through the morning I knew I did not want to go back to bed because I wanted my family to see that was trying not to be lazy. My husband decided to dig the sewer line as it was busted because I ran over it with a lawn mower the summer before. While my sister-in-law and her two boys prepared to help I straightened my hair. Why you ask, well if you could have seen my hair you wouldn't have to asked. While my husband went to buy the parts he needed I was weed-eating the yard and around the sewer line. My brother-in-law helped me trim some trees, a fig tree, finish the weed-eating and my neighbor even used his tractor to plow us a small garden. My sister-in-law and I have decided we are going to save some money and have a garden this year, potatoes, tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon, and maybe even some lettuce in the fall. This will be a work in progress, as we are both on the lazy side. It was a nice Sunday afternoon even through the smirks from my son and husband as they have no faith in our garden at all.
My daughter returned home from Muddy Gra with her boyfriend and I told her it might be a good time for him to talk to my husband as there has been ill feelings towards the young man from earlier in the year. I should have know better to tell her this because as it turned out it was not that great of a day after all. My husband was not very excited about being put in this situation. As any southern father would react it basically turned into "if you ever hurt her again, I'll kill you" conversation. These days that is a reason to file a restraining order, but back in the good ole days you knew you just better not come back around if it was to happen again. It really was a reasonable conversation, not a voice was raised as we all were in our corners of the yard waiting to see the sparks fly. All in all not a spit of fire.
My son helped with the sewer line and got poop all over him, we laughed, but he was trooper and helped his father finish fixing the line. Afterwards I washed him down with the water hose. He had it all in his boots and all over his pants and arms. Man did he stink. He called first dibs on the shower and we all agreed to honor his request.
It was getting supper time and almost time for my son's girlfriend to leave for her job interview. I took my husband's credit card and told her to put gas in the car which I should not have done because when my husband came in and I told him that he was not very happy. I told him never mind and got the card back. I looked in my purse because I thought I had ten dollars but there was nothing in there but about fifty-two cents. He reluctantly gave her the card and told her to put twenty in for gas. He was not a happy camper. He is very stressed right now because money is short as we have to pay land taxes monthly and it is not a small amount.
She left for her job interview and I started dinner. I fixed pork chops also from the hog that I had shot. I also cooked some chicken quarters that my daughter had brought back from Muddy Gra so they would not ruin. We had broccoli with cheese and rice, corn, beans and cornbread. When you are feeding eight people you need to make sure you have enough. I was not too thrilled about the pork chops, but then again I am not a good cook unless it has something to do with hamburger meat.
Come to think of it, I'm not great at too many things. I think if I had to make a list it would consist of anything with computers. I think I can make a quilt pretty good and I am very good searching for dead people as my children call it. Yes, I enjoy genealogy.
