Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


Wise (?) Grandmotherly Advice

I might have mentioned all my kiddos are married with homes of their own. (And did I tell you I’m going to be a grandmommy? 🙂 If I didn’t, let me know. I’ll be happy to fill you in!)

With three grown sons, I have a little experience with kids. Yeah, a lot of it is the kind you point to and say, “Don’t do what I did.” LOL.

Are you waiting with bated (or is that baited?) breath to hear my Wise Grandmotherly Advice? Stop laughing. I might have learned something while I was rearing my kids. Then again, maybe not. *wink*

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First piece of WGA: I’ve always believed children should work! (The more they do, the less I have to do. Right?) I started #1 son off when he was about three. I gave him the chore of gathering the upstairs trash.

“Get all the trash and bring it right here,” I said, pointing at the upstairs landing. “Okay?”

He nodded and scampered off to get started with his work while I made beds. When I came back to the landing, I found he’d done exactly what I’d asked. He got every trashcan, carried it to the landing AND DUMPED IT RIGHT THERE! (There were crumpled papers and snotty tissues everywhere.)

Guess I should have been a little clearer with my explanation. 🙂

As they got older, I gave all my children jobs to do around the house. Clear the table, put away clean clothes, make their own bed, and when they got older, they had to mow the yard. With them doing all that work, I should have been sitting around, reading fabulous romances and eating bon-bons, right? (Snort!) I had to police their work, didn’t I? 😉

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Of course, everyone doesn’t agree children should help out. One friend who was divorced and had three children was adamant that her children shouldn’t have to help out, just because she was in school full time and supporting them. It was  her job, she told me, not theirs!

Another close friend also had sons. I put mine to work at the pharmacy as soon as they were old enough to use the register and count back change. When #1 got his driver’s license, he helped with deliveries and picking up the kids after school.

But my friend’s husband didn’t allow their children to work at all while they were in school. “They’ll have to work for the rest of their lives. They shouldn’t have to start that early.

My dad always said a job wasn’t work; it’s pure entertainment. Guess her husband missed that memo. 😛

So tell me what you think so I can share it with my gonna-be-parents offspring–do you think kids should help out and work or do you think they shouldn’t start until they have to?

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Fun Times

My office mate is convinced that I’m confused about what’s fun and what’s not. Why? Well, I love my job. I think it’s fun to go to work (most of the time) and look forward to being there.

She really thought I was in backward world when I told her about my Labor Day weekend fun.

G-Man was asked to go out and check a piece of equipment. Naturally, he was told he could take me along. 🙂 I jumped at the chance, and we had a great time.

I got to go on a nice long drive with my man through country I don’t get to see every day. I asked all the questions I wanted and he patiently answered them.

And I saw something that reminded me of being a kid again.

 Know what this is?

If it doesn’t make your legs itch and sting just to look at that picture, you don’t recognize this plant.

They’re bull nettles. Get into a patch of those when you’re out playing (okay, some people call it work) and you won’t stop dancing for hours.

The picture isn’t so good because the light was just too bright. We were not in danger of freezing on our little road trip! (That’s a good thing.)

Later, we left by a different way than we went in and I saw this.

It’s a sweet little cemetery in the middle of a wheat field. There are maybe twenty tombstones there, if that. G-Man didn’t pull in and let me take pictures of individual stones (he has a thing about respect) but he did stop so I could get a few good shots.

Here’s another view. I guess that’s wheat that’s been harvested. It might be something I don’t recognize. My man wasn’t sure, either.

I’d love to know the story behind that cemetery. Is it a family resting ground? Was there a church close by at some time that started that little grave yard?

Naturally, we went out to eat on the way home. And since we were over that way, sort of, we went to Drumright. I’ll give you a hint about where we ate dinner.

Hummus, tabouly, cabbage rolls. 🙂

If you guessed Joseph’s, you’d be right. Those wonderful, delicious steaks and so many side dishes you nearly founder, made the trip worthwhile, even if I hadn’t had fun.

They even gave us a bumper sticker. The one we liked best says, “Tabouly! Get in my Belly!!!”

This picture is from their website. And they’re on Facebook. (Who knew?)

Just imagine. They’ve been around since 1914. I guess it’s true what they say.

Practice really does make perfect.

So, what do you think? Was that fun or not?