FOOD FOR THE SOUL
My daughter (number 3 as I call her since I seem to call her every other siblings name) has now been a newlywed for 3 months. They have returned from their dream honeymoon cruising the Hawaiian Islands. Daryl has accepted a new job with a new company. Katelyn has returned to her job as a correctional nurse, and they have settled into their roles of husband and wife, tossing aside the old titles of boyfriend and girlfriend. They have moved in with her father and his wife while they are saving money for a down payment on a home they are buying in February. All in all, life is rolling along as it should be. I have begun dating a wonderful man, which now involves “running” every weekend, here and there, with each weekend being a new adventure. Since Katelyn and I work together, every Monday we share with each other how our weekends went, where we had gone, etc. After our share session this week she pouted and said “Wow, you guys are old and are doing more than we do. We just sit and watch movies at home or go out to eat once in awhile!” I told her that we are just in the dating phase that they were in 2 years ago, and quite frankly…HA HA HA….NANA NANA BOO BOO!!!!
Monday morning she came into work and said that she and “D” had a fight before she came to work. Of course being the mother bear that I am I was prepared to kick some son-in-law butt. She then sat down in my office and told me what had happened. She said that she asked him to go out and start her car in order to warm it up, and he was playing a video game that he couldn’t pause, so he told her he would do it in a minute. She then became upset because he didn’t jump up and do as she commanded. She said that she stormed out to the car, while saying a few sailor words, and left for work. I just looked at her in amazement…and went “WHAT?????…..Kateyln! Shame on you!” I told her that first off, it was 36 degrees out, so her car didn’t need to be warmed up for 10 minutes, and that her response to him was way out of line. I went on to tell her that there was no reason that she could not have put on some shoes and start her car if it was that important to her. She looked at me in stunned silence and informed me that she was a diva and he should have done as she asked. With that statement came the usual motherly eye roll…except it was the monster of all eye rolls…one that could be mistaken as the start of a seizure…I swear I saw the bottom of my brain from the inside. Where had this “diva” come from? Where did she learn such behavior? I knew that she didn’t learn it from me, as I am as far from a diva as they come. We all knew that she was a self proclaimed princess….but a diva?
At this point her co-worker Bonnie joined the conversation and said that her husband starts the car every morning without being asked, so it was fine for Katie to expect it to be done. They then laughed and joked about being divas as I sat there with this stupid, bewildered look on my face. Who were these fairy princess women? Had I truly missed the boat during my former marriage by not declaring myself a diva? After sitting at my desk contemplating what had just happened, I decided that my next question was “How does one become a diva, or at least a princess?” So out of my office I go to have this all important question answered. I then posed the question, and waited for guidance, because now that I was embarking into a new relationship, perhaps I too could be Cinderella instead of Ursela the sea witch????? My beautiful, educated, funny, and loving daughter answered in all of her blond innocence: “Mom, NO ONE CHOOSES TO BE A PRINCESS….IT CHOOSES YOU!” I just stood there with a pout on my face as the tiara slowly slipped off of my head and hit the floor with a gently ping….sigh. ♥
FOOD FOR THE BODY
Six Minute Caramels
(shared with me by a new friend Jane)
1/4 cup butter
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup light Karo syrup
1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk
1. Combine all ingredients.
2. Cook 6 minutes on a medium high heat, stirring every minute.
3. Stir and pour into lightly greased dish
4. Let cool
5. Cut, wrap in wax paper & store in an air tight container