"I need you" is enough of a message for him to drop everything and run to his mother. He didn't respond to any of his wife's messages, even though he saw them. He needed to check in with her at least. He couldn't exercise the least gesture of concern by replying. He's deflecting blame onto his wife.

Again, she shouldn't have to go to those kengths to even get a return call, but I see what you're saying. Yes, I do think she could have been more specific, but it shouldn't be necessary. "Oh, you need me? Well, if you dont tell me the baby is coming, I'm just going to ignore your many messages."

I know, right? Why does anyone have to be "the best?" Just give them your time and attention, and that's the best reward of all.

I used to tell my kids this is "walking around" money, just in case they need it when with friends.

She shouldn't have to, that's the point. He knew the situation, she told him she was about to deliver any time. If he hadn't been ignoring the problem of choosing between his mom and his wife in the first place, he would have answered her the first time.

He cannot blame her for his refusal to check in with her. There is no excuse for him running to his mother, or for her being that needy, when there is no diagnosis of cancer, only a test that hasn't come back yet.

No, his priorities were chosen long ago. His wife shouldn't have to beg him to come home.

I've been in labor after my water broke. I went from zero to 85 as far as contractions. I would have had trouble holding a phone and talking, let alone typing.

A three-hour labor is considered a precipitate birth. The hospital actually slowed my labor down because it was stressing my baby, and even then it was only 6 and a half hours from start to finish.

If husband didn't call after all the texts, then he can expect to have been left in the dust.

My life would at least swerve a little.

His own mother was an orphan who never went to school at all. Her mother died when she was 6 yrs old, and she worked as a house servant for her stepfather's family. She never learned to read and write, either.

I'd hate to see regression back to those days when it was okay to keep a child working for their keep instead of educating them.

My grandpa couldn't read. His school (1930s) finally told his mother it was no use to try any longer, so he quit in the 4th grade. He could write his name and write down numbers and that was it. He would write some of the letters in his name backwards, but this was long before anyone thought there might be a reason he couldn't process words.

It's always in the wee hours! Even after midnight on New Years has come and gone, and Fourth of July firework displays are over, the neighbors carry on until they're too intoxicated to light a match!

We don't even go out to watch the city fireworks show from the mall parking lot any more, since the legalization of personal fireworks means they are going off in the middle of our street. Our poor dogs can't handle that noise up close.

There seem to be many corporations involved in using prison labor to produce goods. If you google it, a list of companies comes up.

We have neighbors setting them off randomly, mostly on the weekends, year round.

I think it's to force the person to think about their answer and not to just push the same button for each question.

My grandmother had an uncle who had Down Syndrome. He was born about 1923 in a small hill community in the Ozarks. She tells how his mother refused to "put him away" because he was just as much her child as any of the other six children. It was seen as almost scandalous behavior on her part.

Someone mentioned that it might create favoritism in the FIL showing preference for his namesake. It seems like his personality to do that.

That is such a sweet picture! The little guy sure landed in clover!

I was going to say...is it meow mix or trail mix?

Thx! That's interesting to know.

I thought it was! My dad's family was descended from German immigrants on both mother and father's side. Unfortunately, I had little contact with that side of my family.

Chicken gizzards slow cooked in the crock pot with pork seasonings.

My brother used to eat ketchup sandwiches.

This reminds me of having to cut cabbage cores in half for my kids to gnaw on.

My husband eats white rice with milk and cinnamon as a breakfast cereal. Rice is really a versatile food, isn't it?

Adding shredded cooked chicken and stirring it all together is one of my favorites! My best friend's mother used to make this.

I've heard of fried apples and onions as an old times dish, but adding sauerkraut and sausage sounds good! Is this a Pennsylvania Dutch recipe?