Friday, June 17, 2011

Busy time, new gig

So I haven't posted in forever, and now I have a new place to write-- my sister's blog. She is in the ICU waiting for a new pair of lungs and she has asked me to keep her blog going while she is unable to do so. I'm going to have to try to be better about posting to make good on my promise.

So visit me over there:

or on her Care Pages:

Thursday, January 20, 2011

That's NOT what I said....

Gote: Daddy, we had wild rice at school and it was really good. You could make wild rice!

Me: You bet!

I got out the rice cooker. Made it as a side dish for dinner that very night. I wanted her to see I was listening, and responsive to her requests. I wanted to make something she would eat! She was telling me what she wanted, and I was going to provide it. I even kept it simple and added only butter and a little salt so it wasn't all gussied up. I put all the food on the table and we sat down to eat.

Me: Here's the wild rice! Enjoy

Gote: No thank you. I don't want any.

Me (dumbfounded and a little frustrated. No, very frustrated): But you asked for it? Why don't you want any of it?

Gote: I SAID you could make it. I didn't say I wanted to EAT it.

She had a point. (I have a feeling she will use this on me again. &again&again&again)