The hurricane's name is Lili and Lili is coming our way. We are moving my hanging baskets that hang on the front porch into the shed, along with anything else in the yard that might fly around. My older brother who lives alone is coming to stay cause his house usually floods since he lives down in the Bayou, where it is really low. Our other son who is a cook on an off-shore oil rig is coming too, along with our daughter, her husband, and her two children, ages 6 and 12.
I cooked a big pot of green beans and hamhocks, thanks to Emeril("bam"), and made my potato salad and shrimp dip to serve with chips for a snack. The rest of the meals will be sandwiches in case the power goes out, as it always does.
Wednesday nite we all sat down to a big meal and kept calling our son, the cook, to hurry over cause we were eating and I don't run a resturant. My kitchen would be closed soon. LOL He said he would arrive shortly.
Well, two hours later he strolled in carrying a bag of ham and bacon for breakfast. He looked at me and said, "What's for supper?"
I said, "The kitchen is closed! ( dont know why he frowned )" LOL Well, he fixed a ham sandwich and grabbed a beer out of his ice chest in his truck . (Cajun necessity: beer, ice chest, and truck)
Well, naturally my grandkids didn't want any beans, hamhocks, salt meat, or potato salad, and their mama, our daughter, brought all the sugar-coated cookies she could find, including confectioner sugar-coated donuts (like her kids need more sugar!).
'Lil Jim,' aka/DennisThe Menace, whined and fussed cause I wouldn't let him eat those sugar doughnuts in my living room. I finally got him in the kitchen eating at the table. I turned around and Kristina, the 12 yr old redhead diva was eating a pizza roll in the living room. HELLOOOOOOO? Don't they get it? Go in the kitchen to eat!
So I had both of them whining that maw maw was mean( oh well ), and mama and daddy soothed their lil hurt feelings. Oh! Did I tell you that my redheaded diva granddaughter sent out a letter on the Internet, trying to sell my poodles!!! (I don't need the Internet to sell the poodles) Her parents are giving her a computer for christmas! God knows what she will be selling then. She was advertising a house cleaning service last week. (you should see her room) ha ha!
We all went out on the screened porch to talk and I brought out my shrimp dip( that I happen to love). My son-in-law tasted it and went "Yuck! what is that? that's not my ranch dip!( gggggggggrrrrrr)."
I said, "Noo Jim, it's my shrimp dip." Then my son the cook, said "You made the wrong dip for this party." (grrrrrrrrr) I looked at my son and said, "See that front door? Don't let it hit you in the rear when you leave!" He just laughed and thought I was funny.
I went in the house and got the RANCH dip I just happened to have made. Now I hoped they would be happy. Oh, did I mention that my daughter and son-in-law asked me if they could bring "BOOTS" over too? Well, "Boots" is Fifi's son, my black and white poodle, and he is a cute lil dog, so I said, "Sure, bring him over(Biggggggggggg mistake). I forgot how male dogs mark their territory.
"Boots" marked my whole house...my furniture and carpet ( are we having fun yet?) Noooooooooo!
Our daughter had the nerve to tell me how sad their cat looked when she went to her house to get more goodies. I said NOOOOOOOO CAT! All I needed was a litter box floating around my house when my house flooded. ughhhhh!
I was gonna go sit down on my front porch and swing awhile, and watch the hummingbirds, and try to relax, but now my cigarette-smoking, beer-sucking, kawliga-singing, guitar-picking son-in-law was there. So I turned around and went to my bedroom to hide.
Now I had my son and my son-in-law sucking beers, and my 86 yr old brother keeping count, saying, "How do you put up with that?" Like I can stop them?
Now that you've heard about my family, you'll know why I SLEPT thru the hurricane. The next hurricane, I'm heading for the hills.....alone!
