It's Wednesday

I have always been very friend impaired. I don't make friends easily. I meet people and am friendly, in the first few minutes we talk and then it sort of scales down to a hello and a smile from there on. I don't quite know what to do or say after the initial meeting. 

My brother used to tell me it is because I stole his brownie at a birthday party when we were six and seven. "I put a spell on you," he told me at 13. "you will NEVER make friends you will always be shy". 

Luckily he recanted this when he was 17. But I still don't have the knack for the social things. So of course, I hate doing anything social.

Now if you haven't guessed where I am going with this, let me tell you. This is Wednesday and I am doing the things I love and things I hate blog. My brother Keith and I were a year apart, he was the baby and I was supposed to be the one who was the most responsible. That was actually true, but got me in more trouble then I can even begin to tell about. I was also a great instigator between, well everybody in the family. So, I guess the first thing I hate is:

• 1: instigators. I was really good at it. My older brother and sister fought all the time, mainly because of me. But I hate to see it today.  And there are some at work. Luckily I am the boss.
  
• 2. I love peacemakers, you know the one who comes in and smooths things over. That's not me, but it is my daughter. Denise spent her entire childhood always breaking up fights and keeping the peace between her younger sister and older brother. No wonder she grew up with middle child syndrome. 
  
• 3. I hate politics. I really do. Why can't politicians be honest and just tell us they are not going to do anything? We'd just have to decide which party to vote for that is not going to do anything. 
  
• 7. I hate Wendy's except for the frosty's
  
• 8. I love golden corral. Unfortunately s so does everyone else in the world. A new one has opened here in Charleston and every time we try to go there are lines all the way to the first row of  cars in the parking lot. Although we could wait, Tasha can't so we go to IHOP. Yuk.
  
• 9. I hate cooking shows where everything comes out perfectly. I mean doesn't anything ever taste bad or not come out like they expected? Doesn't a guest every say,  I hate mushrooms?
  
• Don't they burn anything? guess that is why it is pre recorded.
  
• 10. I really love Iron Chef, I like the competition and excitement. More importantly, I like Bobby Flay. I'd wash his dishes anytime. 
  

So much for my likes and dislikes, this week. last time I did this I received excellent response, I hope to again.

I hope the weather where you are is as great as the weather is here.

Oh my goodness, Tasha is Three!!!

Tuesdays are a good day. For one thing, I am off on Tuesdays.  it's not the middle of the week or the end, so it is a  day sandwiched in between Monday and Wednesday. I am off on Tuesdays. 

This Tuesday is Tasha's birthday. She is three. 

Her mother has planned her party for Saturday, and it will be a grand party with cupcakes, ice cream and the like. Plus presents, lots of presents.

I look at this three year old and I am struck by the fact a few weeks ago she was a baby and now is a little girl. 

She was sitting at the computer the other day and told me she needed to check her email. 

I smiled.  Some days she is so precocious, I would be surprised if she really did have email.

Her mother was different at that age. Much quieter.  She had a two year old sister whom she adored, they became inseparable from the point they laid eyes on each other, with Sharon being the leader and Denise the follower. Denise read, sat at my feet and played quietly. Never got into anything. It was a good thing she was not first, she would have lulled me into a false sense of security about toddlers. 

Sharon had the stronger personality, brought on by having to fight harder to live, both were born with congenital heart defects Sharon's was the worse of the two. Though we tried not to limit her or treat her different, she limited herself. She knew her body couldn't do what others did.

So Sharon demanded, Denise complied. Eric and Sharon fought, Denise was the peacemaker.

any reason she suffers from middle child syndrome? Struck between two strong personalities.

We adopted Eric when he was 6 weeks old, new to the world and already screaming mad. 

After a few weeks he was calm, serene and happy.

At age three he was a explorer. He explored, discovered new things, wanted to try experiments, and had an adventurous spirit. Questioning. Why do things work?

Three children. three different personalities, three different ways to be three. and now Tasha has shown us the fourth. 3 years old going on 40. Wise, self sufficient, motivated.

she is a little old lady. She cleans. (pretend) She talks to friends on the phone, Has a picky appetites. And she is very self reliant. If she wants juice and I tell her to wait a minute, she goes to the refrigerator and brings me the juice. She HAS to watch Barney. No if ands or buts. She simply has to. "Don't you see Nanny?"

I do

Happy Birthday Tasha.