Honestly, I really don’t know who reads this, apart from a few friends and my mom, but I’m going to just pretend like you give a poop what keeps me busy and talk about my weekend. Because in my world, I am a huge narcissist and everyone cares what I get up to. Ha!
So Friday night after work I left and headed straight forSt. Catharines to visit my pregnant sister. Well, one of my two pregnant sisters. The one having her first baby. There she was, sitting all alone at home since her hubs went on a ski trip. No, there shall be no comments against him leaving her there pregnant, she is fine, they are awesome and we hadn’t seen one another in a while. So…
Here are some fun facts about me when I drive alone for more than two hours.
- I will sing at the top of my friggin voice and then lament out loud about what a sad loss it is to Broadway that I live in Tillsonburg and notNew York.
- I will talk to, and talk back to, my GPS. If I happen to be using one of the voices on it that has an accent, I will talk to it in an accent. I will yell at it if it gets too pushy about things (like telling me three times or more that my right turn is ahead. I friggin *heard* you!!)
- I will talk to other drivers, houses and even livestock. I will sometimes invent whole conversations with road side cows, sheep and even with Llama. Because there is a farm near here that has llama. And, it’s fun to say llama and pronounce both “L’s”.
I decided to take the back road’s to Ro’s house instead of the highway and by the time I was fifteen minutes out, I was really glad about it. I had to do a very short stint on the highway and the second I merged on, the wind nearly knocked my poor old van sideways. It was the most harrowing part of the drive. I thanked my lucky stars more than once that I chose to stay away from the main roads.
Then I arrived. Ro and I hugged, pried her large Golden Lab off of me and set about talking, making really orange, really sticky macaroni and cheese for dinner, and talking some more. She teased me for bringing down my own blanket and pillow, and I rubbed her belly and yelled hello at her baby through her navel.
On Saturday morning, we went out for breakfast at a very sketchy, um…”restaurant”.
The place had really nice furniture and prices like it was somewhat on the nice range of places to eat, but really the food was unexceptional, the ladies bathroom didn’t work and when my sister ordered orange juice it was brought to her in a plastic bottle with a straw on the side. Our silverware was brought to us loosely wrapped in a napkin. The only napkins on the table, and we had to ask for extra. We had three, yes three, different waitresses during our half hour meal. I left a shitty tip.
We took her wonderfully exuberant dog to a beautiful park and walked in the wind with him throwing a ball for a while. Funny was when he lost track of where it landed and to hear Ro shout out at him “You’re a “retriever”!! Go get your ball!”
She took me on a drive to a really quaint a lovely part of the area where Laura Secord’s house is and where all the millionaires apparently live. Oh, the houses. We wondered how it would go over if we just pulled up to one, knocked on the door and asked them to give us a tour and to let us just touch their things and use their bathroom.
Back inSt.Catharines after our tour, Ro took me to a HUGE pet store (in the hopes that we would see puppies, which we didn’t) where we ogled budgies and hamsters, ignored the GIANT python in the corner glass cage that scared the bejeebies out of me on principle alone and went into the back which was a large room full of aquariums.
We both went gaga over one take that had jelly fish in it. We took pictures and I even texted the picture back to hubs and kids. You can imagine how foolish we felt when we got to the store’s counter and discovered that the jelly fish were rubber fake’s to put into a fish tank.
Egg. Face. Us.
I drove home that afternoon after the best lunch in history to spend time with my precious and adorable kids. Who, with their daddy, had spent a lot of the weekend having a horror movie fest. My 11 year old excitedly explained the movie Piranha to me. In gory detail.
On came Sunday. A great sleep in, an amazing and huge Irish breakfast complete with white pudding and fried tomatoes and then it was off to the theatre for the first read through of the play that I am directing. We laughed so hard my face literally started to hurt.
Sunday night the hubs and I made a fantastic dinner of braised and then baked steaks in onion and peppers sauce, smoked salmon risotto, and crisp corn. We allowed the older kids to have a glass of wine with us. We sat in our dining room in candle light and just enjoyed one another’s company. My oldest son made us a key lime pie for dessert and we ended the weekend on the most amazing note.
When I’m not stressing myself out like a ferret on crack about timing of things or the must do’s or the must finish list or the laundry or the dishes or all of the things that keep me busy as a mom. Or freaking out about the book writing, the book editing, the book formatting, the book selling….
I have a pretty great family, both the old and the new and I was blessed to truly enjoy them this weekend.
