I ate the fat!

I am not a huge beef eater. I would rather have poultry or fish, pretty much any day. But Hubby likes beef, so we have it on occasion. Usually, brisket is low on the scale of beef I want to eat, as it is usually a little tough. My MIL makes good brisket...according to everyone in the family...but I just find it tough and a little dry. But nothing that a little BBQ sauce won't help.

A while back I had found a good price on a small piece of brisket, so had gotten it and stuck it in the freezer, thinking Hubby could make it to take camping or something. Yesterday, Hubby put it in the crockpot and cooked most of the day. We ate it last night and that brisket was so good that I ATE THE FAT! I don't eat the fat on anything! LOL! But this was absolutely delicious!

I felt really bad today because I was so mad about a phone call from my sister-in-law that I forgot to tell Hubby how delicious the brisket was. So I called him today and he laughed at me for feeling bad. LOL! (He, apparently, knew that brisket was delish.)

Since I mentioned being mad about a phone call, I may as well take this opportunity to have a little rant. There is a long, long backstory, but I will not bore you with all the details. Cutting to the chase, our oldest daughter, Meredith, and her hubby recently moved back to Houston, as he got out of the Marines and is going to school full-time. Well, they have decided to split up. I don't know why they have decided to split, but they were staying with his dad and this weekend, Meredith and their 2 boys moved out. We think that she did not think this through very well, but she did not ask our opinion.

Meredith was working part time at a restaurant, but today started a full time job at Nordstroms and plans to continue at the restaurant for a while. We thought she had everything worked out since she found a 24 hour day care to take the boys when she was working. Then her hubby will take the boys when he is not in school.

Well, my mother-in-law, who has a heart of gold and wants to help everyone (especially her grandkids, sometimes to the point that those people never become responsible) told Meredith that she would keep the boys whenever Meredith needed her to. MIL is 75, and though she is quite active, keeping up with a 3 year old and a baby is a little much for more than a couple of days.

MIL called Hubby on Monday to tell him that the daycare had no room for Wyatt, the baby, so she, MIL, was keeping the boys. She had offered to take the boys on Sunday while Meredith moved to her new place, then according to Meredith, insisted that the boys spend a couple of nights with her. The boys' daddy will pick them up tomorrow after classes and keep them Thursday through Sunday.

So, everyone is up in arms since MIL cannot possibly handle this, but she won't tell Mere. Now to the phone call list night. SIL calls and starts to leave a message that starts with how wonderful the boys are, she kept them for 3 hours while MIL went to a dr appointment and then turned into a rant about how Hubby and I need to "step up to the plate". I picked up the phone, much to Hubby's dismay, and could immediately tell she was totally stoned. (I only hope she smoked her dope AFTER babysitting.)

She started over again fairly nice, then went into how Hubby and I needed to take care of this, since MIL is exhausted. I told SIL that I have a job during the day. So she suggested Hubby just drive to Meredith's everyday and watch the boys. I told SIL that he could not do that and she demanded to know why. Here is where it got a little tough, since Hubby has kept a lot of his health issues a secret from his family. They have no idea he had a surgery after Christmas, that he had a rather large piece of bone removed, has been on a wound vac for 4 1/2 weeks and is supposed to stay off his foot.

I was irritated, but did not tell her all this, as it is Hubby's info to share or not. SIL then started telling me what we needed to MAKE Meredith and her hubby do. I told her that they are both adults and we can't MAKE them do anything. Her reponse, "So that's how it is. Thanks." and she hung up.

Hubby heard my side of the conversation, but it was enough that he immediately went and called his mom and told her all about his foot, knowing she would tell his sisters. He was REALLY mad. And he is talking about going to SIL's house and showing her his foot, wound-vac and all. I was totally shocked that he would even think of this! It would be a shocker for her, since noone knows that he has no toes. (Hey, I made a rhyme!)

I don't know how everything will play out, but I was so mad that SIL had the NERVE to think she could talk to me like that that I had a hard time sleeping last night. But I will put it out of my mind and sleep better tonight. I am not going to let that stupid cow deprive me of sleep!

Rant over. Thanks for listening.