Christmas Stress.

My daughter Christine is all stressed about Christmas. She is a nurse/receptionist at a doctor's office and naturally all day people wish her a Merry Christmas and ask if she is ready for Christmas Day. At first she would smile and said, "Oh yes, thank you and Merry Christmas too." But things have changed.

She told me she felt so overwhelmed by Christmas today that she gave up and her true thoughts came pouring out. People asked her if she's ready and she says, "No, I work full-time. I can't get ready." When a male patient said anything about Christmas she replied, "You better be helping your wife!"

That came up because yesterday Christine's husband told her she had to buy gifts for his niece and nephew and some friends were coming over in a few days and she had to buy a gift for their little boy because the friends were bringing gifts for their girls.

They were in my downstairs apartment during this conversation.

He ended with, "I'm going out to play hockey and go for beers.

Christine put her head in her hands, went upstairs, came back down and said, "I had to take a pill so I won't call a lawyer and serve him with divorce papers tomorrow. I'm okay, I feel better now, she said with a smile."

I hope she takes a pill before going to work tomorrow.

Deep Fried Anything and Everything.

I told my granddaughters that when I visited the southern states in the U.S.A. I noticed they deep fried everything. We went to a county fair and you could get deep fried chocolate bars, Twinkies, ice cream, cheese, meats etc.

Last night, my youngest granddaughter Faith, who is an aspiring chef, decided to try some southern cooking. She wanted to deep fry Oreo cookies. She used pancake batter as the coating and to everyone's delight, they turned out to be delicious. Everyone = her best friend Keisha. They offered us some, but I'm afraid I must draw the line somewhere when it comes to food. I'll eat pancakes and Oreos, but not in the same mouthful.

The girls decided to deep fry some more stuff. They looked in the fridge. They grabbed the pickles and the bacon. They liked the bacon, not the pickles. They fried up some Tam Tams, which is some kind of chocolate bar.

Then they got sick.

They lay ( laid, lie, whatever) on the sofa groaning for hours and I didn't feel sorry for them at all. Lesson learned, I say. They won't be doing that again.

If my kids had asked me if they could do this I would have said no and explained how bad for your body all that fat and sugar is. But I will happily let you know I kept my big mouth shut through the whole thing (even though I was horrified) and that is why my daughter and I get along living in the same house. :)