What am I going to do today?

The Grumpy Man told me I could drill the hole in the laundry room for the new water hook-up for the fridge. We're moving the fridge from one side of the kitchen to the other, he says it will make more sense and give us more room. Now we'll be able to put the back door so that it opens into the back yard instead of the side yard.

I don't know if it will really save room, gee whiz, we have a 10 foot long table in there. How much more room can we have? Ideally, if the table were only half as long, it would be perfect, but this table is an old cutting room table from a sewing factory, solid maple, gorgeous and my Dad used the other half to make my mom a cutting table. My uncle Mike has it now. I know he loves it as much as my dad did.

Ya know, it's really crappy when one of your parents die. My dad was the greatest man ever, since Jesus walked the earth, that is. His motto was, "If you don't know the answer, fake it" we always wondered if he was faking it or if he really was as smart as he seemed.


My husband, who has had to re-wire and re-plumb this house (which we bought off of Mom after Dad died) would say that he faked it all, but yet, he still is amazed how Dad actually rigged up a system to run a 3 phase motor on a one hundred amp service. (And the Grumpy Man went to school for five years to be an Electrical Engineer).

Genius runs in my dad's family. I have a cousin, who is an engineer with Proctor and Gamble, who lives in Mobile and gets flown to Cincy for a day and then back home at night, only to be flown back to Cincy in the morning... But, the dumbest thing I've ever seen him do was cut open a golf ball, only to have it explode all over my brother's bedroom.

My grandfather never went to high school, yet, taught himself Calculus. I guess he was one of the most intelligent men ever to be in my life, yet, he barely said a handful of words to anyone. Grandma did all the talking.

My Aunt Hazel is a genius when it comes to human nature. She understands people and emotions and loves everyone.

Uncle Bill is another story all together. I'm not really sure where his genius lies, He's always been Uncle Bill to me. He seemed to always be searching for the next fun thing to do, yet, we respected him because he seemed to command it.

I've never really been around Uncle Rayford that much. Just plain old "GOOD" comes to mind with him. Very religious, monetarily poor, good neighbor and decent human. His morals and values would never be in question. Sanity is only in doubt when you meet his wife. Aunt Barbara Faye is a hoot! Good Christian woman whose mind loops and turns so much you'd think you were on a roller coaster at Six Flags!

My middle son, Daniel has inherited the Dabbs brain. He can do math sums in his head, understands mechanics, science.... he even beat my dad at checkers.

Even though Genius-ness runs in our family, you sometimes doubt the validity of it, hence, the golf ball incident. We've been known to do some of the most stupid things, out of curiosity, the desire to know or just plain-old boredom. Take a seat in the very back of the room, at least 12 feet away when you hear one of us say "Wonder what happens when.....". You've been warned, the Dabbs curiosity is not to be taken lightly.