Oh My Jihad, or, so Glad to Be Home

I am back again, and VERY happy to be so. I don't want to go anywhere for a long time (or at least a week or so).

The last time I visited my Grandparents I came back spouting off the miracles off all miracles that my grandfather and I were getting along famously and even agreeing on things political.

This time though, the visit was more about tradition.

Granny waited until after we brushed our teeth to offer sugary snacks that only a horrible, abusive mother would deny her child.

Papa waited until I left the room to pour tablespoons of sugar on the baby's already excessively sweetened cereal.

Late into the evening when everyone was sitting around staring at the big box talking about how there is nothing appropriate on television any more, children included, we overdosed on Fox news.

I was reminded several times, in case I forgot, that if the world operated the way I wanted it to, that I would soon be wearing a burka and confined to the house.

Also, it would have already been that way if we had not invaded Iraq. And, the only real solution is to just kill all Muslims. Really. Because THEY just want to kill us anyway.

What was that one commandment? Shoot I forgot.

In case you have been led astray- Meditation is the work of the devil, akin to witchcraft, and Harry Potter.

And of course the less direct references all weekend long about the fact that I, along with my poor innocent children, will suffer in hell for eternity because of my beliefs and actions.

I love them so dearly, but man- when they get me alone...........

It was not all for naught though. After all, I love them. They are sweet, good people (they just think bombing half of civilization is appropriate- thats all- really).

And this is pretty worthwhile to witness:


And my kids play in this yard, which I wiled away much of my own childhood in, on a swing just like this:

And there were the grape vines, and the bird hotels, which granny and papa have tended with care for as long as I can remember:


And we do get along pretty well SOMETIMES. At least, we fake it a lot!

If there is one thing my grandparents have taught me in my lifetime, it's that nothing, nothing, is more important than family. My Grandparents would do anything for me, and the value that has in my life is of immeasurable greatness. After all, they haven't abandoned me because of MY beliefs and values...

I'll be back with more Kentucky Lake pictures later. I am already being a bad mom today just sitting here this long!