This entry is dedicated to my victims of MY poor parenting.
Yes, I admit that I was the tyrant in charge of all of your torture. It was fun. What joy I had taking you to piano lessons and listening to you practice and sit through all of those lessons. How can I forget all the chores I made you do; school work, reading during the summer, making your beds, washing the floors, doing the dishes, cleaning the bathrooms and the most fun --yard work. Let's not forget how Dad and I made you go to church. It was worth seeing you cry and hearing you complain. We must be part to blame that all of you turned out to be such wonderful adults. Now both of us can laugh at the poor parenting of our offspring. It sure looks like our grandchildren are now the victims of poor parenting.
The good news is after going to all my annual summer doctor visits and procedures I am well and you can expect me to be around a long time to torture you. I know this is all just in fun. I really do love you. I think you are great kids. Maybe someday your children will have the same poor parenting skills.
I have had two fun weeks of vacation. It was fun being in Colorado. The mountains are beautiful. I enjoyed spending time with everyone. Now I miss seeing the Lees. Wayne and I had a great time in Hawaii. It is still a great place to visit and relax. The sunsets couldn't have been more fantastic. Everyone needs to take the road to Hana at least once. Wayne thought driving the convertible was fun. The top was down a lot.
