Beneath the Wraps

Roland ended up picking Biff up at the airport – which really didn’t do him any favors.   There have been many times that I have told Roland to stop holding his hand, but yet he continues.   Unfortunately Biff has remained clueless and it has been damaging to his persona. Biff has struggled with being short, being slow and being single.   Hard to watch both of his brothers get their driver’s licenses while they were still sophomores and he did not even take drivers ed. until his senior year.   Hard to see them both marry before he even had a girlfriend. He had posted on Facebook that he was in a relationship.   He was referring to Hailey from this post .   But now he is saying he wants to marry Jeanie who is only 45 minutes away instead of 18 hours.      Roland doesn’t want to discourage him, but sat him down yesterday and laid down the facts – although it is still Biff’s decision.   And as Roland told Biff that he wa...

         My son Biff purchased a plane ticket and Roland drove him to the airport the other day.   His car sits in front of our house targeted by birds, unregistered, unpaid for.   He’s now in Texas – three hours from where Tony lives.          Meanwhile we’ve taken the A/C out of his room and put it in the front room.   We’ve rearranged the furniture a little bit and had to move the dog.   So Highness is temporarily parked at the end of the hall right in front of Biff’s bedroom door – which by the way is open.   And it smells bad in there.   Reeks.   I can smell it – and I have basically lost my sense of smell.   So it must be horrid.          Roland has Biff married off now – to a girl we don’t even know.   And Roland seems okay with it.   Randy (my youngest son ) is beside himself.   What was Bi...

Biff does not have common sense about money management – but than it’s not as if he’s had fine examples to follow.   Roland and I have borrowed money from all four of our children.   We’ve also paid back with interest.   Except for Randy – who will constantly remind us whether we actually made a deal with him or not. Randy is a go getter.   He found someone to buy the reject truck that nobody else in the family wanted – leaving Biff carless once again.   Biff had enough money to for a down payment on another car and to build his credit back up again – only when the time came to purchase, he had considerably less money.   Randy was ticked.   Where did it go?   How do you spend that much money? I don’t know what Randy was thinking to co-sign for Biff.   Nor do I understand what Biff was thinking to let him.   But the car remains parked in front of our house – unregistered.   Biff still is not managing wisely.   I...

          Almost every household in America has at least one ghost living with them.   Since being married to Roland, I have encountered three.   Their names are “It Wasn’t Me”, “I Don’t Know” and “I Didn’t Do It”.   The ghost who gets blamed the most in this house is “It Wasn’t Me”.   “I Don’t Know” received most of the blame in our last house – though “It Wasn’t Me” seemed to share a lot of blame as well.           I find it interesting that about 20 minutes before Jenna returned home from school yesterday, I retrieved a hand mirror from the coffee table and put it in the bathroom.   She couldn’t have been home more than five minutes before I found the mirror on the coffee table again – in almost the exact same position it has been only 25 minutes earlier.           “Why is that mirror on the coffee table?” I asked...

                 When I got married for the first (and only) time, I not only got a husband,   I had a ready-made family. Our boys were 11, 12 and 14 (we were married six weeks prior to the 12 year old turning 13)           I met the youngest one first.   My mom and I had gone over to a quadplex unit to visit someone.   We had knocked at the door but there was no reply.   I don’t know if Randy called “Hi” to us from the tree before or after we knocked.   He smiled brightly but gave no information about himself nor inquired who we were.    As it turned out the sister we were searching for had moved out and Randy was actually living at that particular unit with his two brothers and dad.           Randy was ten going on eleven.   We had the same size hands at the time.   ...