So...I've been showing my kids SDMB posts and threads. I'm found out but they don't care

I’m so lost(sorry @solost , this is actually a tribute to you).

They actually look bored and ho-hum.
The Lil’wrekker said “and you think I didn’t know and you talking about me was news, How?”

She just astounds me with her dismissal of my humorous threads about her. Her and her magnificence and how highly I think of her.

Son-of-a-wreks best comment was “damn, I’m funny”

Ivy said I needed to shut up alittle. I told her, yeah that’s an opinion I’ve heard before.

Mid-dau said “you best not dox me” and “any cute guys on that board?” I told her not many pictures and it wasn’t that kinda place. “Pffth, she sez”

See? I get no respect.

I feel like I’ll have no trouble continuing to post. At. All.

Aren’t you lucky? :smirk:

Yep, we are :smile::clap:t3::smile::clap:t3::smile::clap:t3:

In a post more serious than the forum probably deserves, I do feel lucky.

I only had two grandparents live long enough to be registered in my memory.

One was… well, I’ll say it, a harridan. NOTHING was good enough for her, my father (her son), my mother (not good enough which she’d say to her Face in front of us!), the home my father worked extra hard to provide for her, myself, my brother, life, the universe and everything else. She was a profoundly unhappy and angry woman.

My paternal grandfather, in the words of Gilbert and Sullivan, “there are the remains of a fine [man] about” him. In the sense that I could see much of what made him loved by my mother and uncle. But… he had been married for years (his wife, my grandmother, died shortly after I was born) to a very, Very controlling woman, who was, frankly, mad. And diagnosed as such. My mother and uncle worked very hard to reach him, but he seemed too tired to try to either get away from her, or deny her.

The last straw for my mom was when he, at his wife’s insistence, didn’t come to my wedding, the oldest (and first to be married) of his three grandchildren. They almost didn’t talk for the years prior to his death.

So, yes, enough about me, it’s not my thread.

I just wanted to point out that having a grandmother / mother / aged female parental figure who I could laugh with (maaaaybe occasionally at :wink:), and who was despite various hard times and trials, concentrating on having and being fun, well, that would be extremely pleasant!

They don’t know how good they have it.

Kids. You have to love them because there’s a law that says you do. Isn’t there?

My Granny was funny, her son(my Daddy)was an incomparable wit…a jokester and a mild troublemaker.
He made our childhood pleasant and we had our troubles like every family, to be sure.

I’ve tried to do the same for my kids and their kids. Sometimes with a little success.

I know I look at things with rose colored glasses.
For the most part.
I mean it’s better than sitting around complaining and griping just how terrible things are.

I told Son-of-a-wrek, when we were in the garden the other day “When I die, bury my ashes here” He said “Hell no, you might sprout a bumper crop!”.

See how I’m treated?

No respect, at all.

Unless mid-dau is into older men…
I have actually had Beck ask her younguns for relationship advice.

Becks advice was usually, "grab his dick.":smile:

Am I the only one here who knows how pretty Beck is?

Well, I qualify but am in a committed relationship.

She wants to know if you have a brother. Just askin’

:wink:

Hah!!! Indeed I do. She doesn’t want any part of that, tho!!!

You should meet her ex.

Apparently she has low standards.

Hah! My daughter had a boyfriend in high school. She is 33 and married now. I’m still friends with the old high school boyfriend. He’s a good guy, but she definitely did better.