Monday, May 30, 2005
Eeew. He's from Chino. They don't even have a P.F.Changs.
My parents just left. They came to visit for the weekend. I like having them come to visit. The best part is, they don't mind being put to work. We cleaned windows. Not an easy task since out house is 50 years old and so are the windows. It was a two day ordeal, but now we can see out the windows without the fog! Saturday we were glad to stay in for dinner and I made a big pan of lasagna. Yum. Sunday we didn't work quite so hard and were happy to go out to eat at P.F.Changs. Again, Yum.
Since my Grandma just moved to a much smaller home, lots of her furniture and such was up for grabs. I only wanted one thing...the antique wooden cabinet with the built-in Magnavox record player. I was ready to put up a fight for it, but it turns out I'm the only one who wanted it. I don't understand why. I couldn't remember what it looked like, but I knew I wanted it. My parents brought it to me this weekend. It's one heavy bitch, or so it seemed watching Kevin's and Tim's red faces as they were moving it inside. Tim, Kevin's brother, informed me that I was keeping it whether I liked it or not and it was staying where they set it down. Huh. I LOVE it! It still works, sounds amazing, and even has a clicker! I think it must be the first clicker ever. It's a bit gaudy for our taste. Most of our furnishings are very clean and simple, but it's staying. I also got Benno's old records, which were fun to go through. My mom said she remembers Benno putting on the whole box of Mood Music for Dining for dinner parties. Hah!
And then there was this. No matter how old I get, my mom still finds ways to embarrass me. It's not so bad anymore that she stops and talks to strangers like she knows them. I had to grin and bear it yesterday when she was pestering a man at the hardware store for help when it was obvious that he didn't work there. Yes, he was wearing a uniform, but it clearly wasn't the huge red smock that the other Westlake associates were sporting. But this was it. Tim and his girlfriend, Julie, were at our house helping move the cabinet. This is the first time my mom has met Tim and Julie. Kevin was talking about a car accident he had worked and said a big fat black lady threw up all over him. Yes, yes...that's gross. But what did my mom say? She said, "Oh, I'm sorry but that just seems so much worse than little old white lady throw up." Can you believe that? I'm telling you, I was mortified! Isn't that just the most horrible thing to say? What Tim and Julie must think of us now! Ugh!
My parents just left. They came to visit for the weekend. I like having them come to visit. The best part is, they don't mind being put to work. We cleaned windows. Not an easy task since out house is 50 years old and so are the windows. It was a two day ordeal, but now we can see out the windows without the fog! Saturday we were glad to stay in for dinner and I made a big pan of lasagna. Yum. Sunday we didn't work quite so hard and were happy to go out to eat at P.F.Changs. Again, Yum.
Since my Grandma just moved to a much smaller home, lots of her furniture and such was up for grabs. I only wanted one thing...the antique wooden cabinet with the built-in Magnavox record player. I was ready to put up a fight for it, but it turns out I'm the only one who wanted it. I don't understand why. I couldn't remember what it looked like, but I knew I wanted it. My parents brought it to me this weekend. It's one heavy bitch, or so it seemed watching Kevin's and Tim's red faces as they were moving it inside. Tim, Kevin's brother, informed me that I was keeping it whether I liked it or not and it was staying where they set it down. Huh. I LOVE it! It still works, sounds amazing, and even has a clicker! I think it must be the first clicker ever. It's a bit gaudy for our taste. Most of our furnishings are very clean and simple, but it's staying. I also got Benno's old records, which were fun to go through. My mom said she remembers Benno putting on the whole box of Mood Music for Dining for dinner parties. Hah!
And then there was this. No matter how old I get, my mom still finds ways to embarrass me. It's not so bad anymore that she stops and talks to strangers like she knows them. I had to grin and bear it yesterday when she was pestering a man at the hardware store for help when it was obvious that he didn't work there. Yes, he was wearing a uniform, but it clearly wasn't the huge red smock that the other Westlake associates were sporting. But this was it. Tim and his girlfriend, Julie, were at our house helping move the cabinet. This is the first time my mom has met Tim and Julie. Kevin was talking about a car accident he had worked and said a big fat black lady threw up all over him. Yes, yes...that's gross. But what did my mom say? She said, "Oh, I'm sorry but that just seems so much worse than little old white lady throw up." Can you believe that? I'm telling you, I was mortified! Isn't that just the most horrible thing to say? What Tim and Julie must think of us now! Ugh!
