I went to see my parents this weekend. Sans spouse because frankly, he needed a weekend of nice weather to go biking, chillax and such. And originally, I was set to have a three day weekend - President's Day, and all, but the powers that be decided to have Support work that day.
I hear you saying, "But Allison - you're not Support any more." And that's correct - however, I was when the edict was handed down, and I got scheduled to train Monday, and you know me - I'm not one to shirk work.
The good news is, we'll have the place to ourselves. I'm wearing jeans, dammit. And we're ordering BBQ and since I'm feeling a little nostalgia, I am planning to give myself a send-off by bringing either doughnuts or Chicken Biscuits. With the latter, once they're gone, I'm not tempted to sneak over and polish off a dark-chocolate filled. I know. I know.
In the afternoon, I'm going to the doctor to have this cyst on my head looked at. Because I can, and because, of course, I need to. Badly.
Ok, but back to the original purpose of my writing today - visiting Mom and Dad.
I got into the ATL around 11PM and hung out with them until Bill Maher was over. We talked a little then went to bed.
We slept in. Way in. It was fucking great.
After a leisurely breakfast, we headed to The Dump - which is a furniture store roughly the size of a Costco. It's actually an old Home Depot they made over - we looked at sofas, chairs, etc. Fun. Then we went to the new Home Depot they built to replace the one taken over by The Dump. I got a few counter top brochures, looked at cabinets, sinks and fixtures with my parents. Then, in celebration of their 41st anniversary, I took them to lunch at a small Cuban place. I had fish, beans and rice. Dad had Arroz con Pollo, and Mom opted for fajitas, which actually, looked great. I avoided the roll, left half my rice and all but a cup of beans - which, incidentally, were amazing.
We went home, took the pugs out, then Mom and I headed to the nail salon for pedicures. Mom went with Bastille My Heart (the bottle I gave her at Christmas), and I used A Oui Bit of Red. We both got the sugar scrub and hot towels.
Apres pedis, we picked up a few things to make dinner, and Mom, Dad and I put together the vegetable lasagna recipe from the January Southern Living. Excellent. Worth every point. Seven per serving and I had two.
We watched Pulp Fiction after dinner and then crashed.
We slept in again this morning. After breakfast, Mom and I ran a fun errand to Walgreen's and went to Macy's. I bought a twinset and instead of paying me for groceries from the day before, Mom got me a shirt we both really liked.
And we came home, ate some tuna salad, a little Jamaican hard dough bread - and I visited a little longer, then I packed my bags, kissed the pugs and the parents and came home.
After the week from hell last week, and all the turbulence that will probably unfold this week, I think the restorative Atlanta time did me a world of good. And the reference to crudites from the title? In preparation for my arrival, Dad hooked me up for my diet by cutting a ton of fresh crudites. Celery, carrots and radishes.
Aaaand, they both can tell I'm down some. Which is very, very good.
More to come, very likely.
Chomp,
ae
I hear you saying, "But Allison - you're not Support any more." And that's correct - however, I was when the edict was handed down, and I got scheduled to train Monday, and you know me - I'm not one to shirk work.
The good news is, we'll have the place to ourselves. I'm wearing jeans, dammit. And we're ordering BBQ and since I'm feeling a little nostalgia, I am planning to give myself a send-off by bringing either doughnuts or Chicken Biscuits. With the latter, once they're gone, I'm not tempted to sneak over and polish off a dark-chocolate filled. I know. I know.
In the afternoon, I'm going to the doctor to have this cyst on my head looked at. Because I can, and because, of course, I need to. Badly.
Ok, but back to the original purpose of my writing today - visiting Mom and Dad.
I got into the ATL around 11PM and hung out with them until Bill Maher was over. We talked a little then went to bed.
We slept in. Way in. It was fucking great.
After a leisurely breakfast, we headed to The Dump - which is a furniture store roughly the size of a Costco. It's actually an old Home Depot they made over - we looked at sofas, chairs, etc. Fun. Then we went to the new Home Depot they built to replace the one taken over by The Dump. I got a few counter top brochures, looked at cabinets, sinks and fixtures with my parents. Then, in celebration of their 41st anniversary, I took them to lunch at a small Cuban place. I had fish, beans and rice. Dad had Arroz con Pollo, and Mom opted for fajitas, which actually, looked great. I avoided the roll, left half my rice and all but a cup of beans - which, incidentally, were amazing.
We went home, took the pugs out, then Mom and I headed to the nail salon for pedicures. Mom went with Bastille My Heart (the bottle I gave her at Christmas), and I used A Oui Bit of Red. We both got the sugar scrub and hot towels.
Apres pedis, we picked up a few things to make dinner, and Mom, Dad and I put together the vegetable lasagna recipe from the January Southern Living. Excellent. Worth every point. Seven per serving and I had two.
We watched Pulp Fiction after dinner and then crashed.
We slept in again this morning. After breakfast, Mom and I ran a fun errand to Walgreen's and went to Macy's. I bought a twinset and instead of paying me for groceries from the day before, Mom got me a shirt we both really liked.
And we came home, ate some tuna salad, a little Jamaican hard dough bread - and I visited a little longer, then I packed my bags, kissed the pugs and the parents and came home.
After the week from hell last week, and all the turbulence that will probably unfold this week, I think the restorative Atlanta time did me a world of good. And the reference to crudites from the title? In preparation for my arrival, Dad hooked me up for my diet by cutting a ton of fresh crudites. Celery, carrots and radishes.
Aaaand, they both can tell I'm down some. Which is very, very good.
More to come, very likely.
Chomp,
ae
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