Nadine…On The Advice Of Well Meaning In-laws

As our children grow and develop, it is our natural born right, no matter what trailer park you live in, to put our two cents worth of wisdom in. And I’m not sure just exactly ‘when’ it is that the two cents becomes, for our children, the heaviest load possible.
I’ll admit, the sweetest words my adult baby child can say to me is, “Hi Momma, I need your advice.”

And it is at that point that my heart skips a true beat. Pride takes over. And I can hardly stand it to be able to share my wisdom and light years of experience.

Dun. Dun. Dun-duh.

Enter the son-in-law.

The extension of your own children.

But not.

The tall and stubborn beyond your wildest dreams. The maker of the three most precious gbabies to have ever walked planet earth; Skeeter, Nacho and Sha-nay-nay. As far as Jose’ is concerned, possibly the only three things the boy may have ever done right in his whole entire life! I’m inclined to agree.

Advice given to him must be doled out in teeny tiny little morsels. More like mega-specs.

Why? You ask. Because he is one of the many for whom advice seems like arsenic.

And your opinions…old lace.

To communicate with this one of your extended children is a lesson in futility that borders on the insanity of shopping on tax saver weekend. I’d just as soon wear a purple football jersey on a Saturday afternoon. (Blech!) (shudders)

One must choose the time carefully.

The message even more so. And be ever ready to switch topics when you see the first hint of the eyes glazing over and rolling back into the head.

Today’s topic of unsolicited advice was ‘to be leery of the advice given to you by your parents.’ And by parents, I mean the in-laws. Those people on the other side of the fence. (Certainly NOT us!) Also to be wise to those who give advice and opinions freely without your asking for it. Be wise to your friends and relatives who are so quick to agree with you. Who are so ready to tell you what they ‘think’ you want to hear.

And to find mentors who will shoot straight from the hip.

That’s all. Can you please pass the bacon?

I knew my window of opportunity was short. And it closed quicker than I expected. But we have to take this in baby steps.

Can’t undo in 2 minutes what’s been done in 27 years.

Advisingly yours,

Nadine Bodine
Your VERY Best friend in the whole entire world

Coffee Talk with Nadine

Coffee Talk with Nadine
Twirling so many plates at once can make even the most staunch of trailer park Queens dizzy from the spin.
In this episode of As The Trailer Park Twirls we find our heroine dizzier than a blonde in Hollywood. 

New job acclamations, relocations, Contractor woes, temp staging of relocating kids, car trouble x 3 weeks now, familial estate disputes and all with a broken hand! 

The new job rocks. Love what I do. Love my staff and new work friends. But still, I miss the comfort and security of the old job. Half way through and hopeful that the six month mark passes soon. 

Contractor woes have almost sent me and Jose’ off the end of the cliff. In fact, just a few weeks ago we were standing on the throttle and holding hands about to drive off into the abyss. But at the last minute Jose’ swerved the car and a new Contractor was found. Praise Jesus!

“It’s so great to relocate!” That’s been our mantra. And it didn’t take long for the kids to chime in. We love them. We do! But for about 10 days in the very near future that love is soon to be tested. Stand by for more blog posts. There’s your warning. 

Emmitt Smith, my 2007 VW convertible, has been in and out of the car shop for coming up on 3 weeks now. First he needed a new transmission according to the Island car guy who held him hostage for 8 days without doing one single thing! Now the new Mainland car guy has him for one day and says it may not be. Better Business Bureau is on hold.

Familial estate disputes. Can’t elaborate on that one right now. But if you have ever dealt with this in your lifetime…woe is you. I’ve seen it done well. And all shake hands and remain family. And I’ve seen it done Not so well and it becomes ugly. All I can say at this time is have a personal “Will” and place a copy in each of your loved ones hands. I have a bad feeling this one is about to take a nose dive to the South Pole. 

And a broken hand that restricts a lot of activity. Especially the one I love most, riding. Which connects back to the car trouble. 

So there’s your trouble. It’s not ever easy. We all have hiccups. Hopefully temporarily. 

I know, we trailer park Queens have a knack for making it look easy. But trust me, it’s all smoke and mirrors. 

Dizzily yours, 

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world