Spitting Mad!!

So today, I was seriously spitting mad. I have never actually spat in public, but today I was darn close!

A. Hubs came home from a work trip (where he was gone for 4 days) and decided he didn't sleep on the plane so he wanted to take a nap. I'm sorry, when I want to take a nap with a newborn, that isn't an option. When I tell him this he tells me I have no right to be mad at him. Blugh!!

B. I went to the lighting store with my dad to buy his house a couple of fans and the woman helping us kept giving us bizarre looks. Then finally at the end my dad says, "I am so glad you came with me, because Mom and I would not have been able to decide on anything." Apparently a light went off in her head and she started laughing. She thought I was his wife. Not his daughter. Um... GROSS! Dude... we look alike. Blugh!!

And Finally

I was at Hobby Lobby, paitently waiting in line with my flowers, when this fat old man (FOM), leaning on a cane, behind me starts sighing extremely loud because the woman in front of me had a return. The cashier had called the manager twice before she came. So, when the manager finally came he swings his cane and BANGS it into the line seperator. He starts yelling at the manager

FOM: Lady, don't you have a seperate line for returns, I mean Damn, we all have stuff to do!!
Poor Manager: I'm sorry, sir, normally we do but she is off today
FOM: Well that is Crap, BANG the cane goes again, you're right I said CRAP! Get someone else.

I was utterlly appaled!! B was in his stroller right next to this maniac. So I quickly move him to the other side of the thing. Then, the FOM has the audacity to appologize to the people BEHIND him, saying he had a doctors appointment. So, being the brazen mom I am, I speak up.

Me: You know you should really be appologizing to me, for banging your cane right next to my son!
FOM: When you get to be my age, you are more than welcome to give me advice.
Me: Well, I would think at your age I would know how to act in public, because life is short!!
FOM: You just need to get your stuff and get out of here
Me: Trust me, I'm trying!!
FOM: You know... they don't pay me to be nice
Me: Your damn right about that!!

I just could not believe this FOM was hitting his cane, threatening to do who knows what, right next to my son!

Would you have spoken up?

Dear Dad,

My dad, Thanksgiving, 1960

My parents wedding, 1980


My wedding, 2004

For all that you have given me, all that you have helped me through and all that we have shared, words will never be enough to describe how much you mean to me.

It was Sunday morning, you would try and sneak in my room but the wooden floors in our small townhouse would creak and I knew you were right outside my door. I would try and shut my eyes, but you always knew I wasn’t sleeping. You would take out my shorts and my beat up Giants jersey (that was 3 times too big) and we would head to our favorite little place, The Vienna Inn. I would sit there, staring at my wonderful daddy, eating my pancakes, just enjoying the moment.

I remember Thursday nights in the hot summer, driving the golf cart at the country club, as I watched you slaughter the competition. You were always the best golfer in my eyes. No matter if you didn’t sink the putt or if you sliced it a little. You were always the A player!

I remember when you taught me how to play golf, and I won the country club championship and how the trophy was bigger than I was. You carried it on our way to the car and I could see just how proud you were. Your daughter, the little golf champ. I knew when you put that trophy next to your own, how much it meant that we shared the same passion.

When I see your face, the memories and smells of my childhood, start coming back. I remember homemade Fettuccini, stinky squid and amazing Osso Bucco. I always remember you standing over the stove, stirring, dicing and cooking something. I am glad that is a new passion we share. The aroma of walking into your house is a thing I will never forget.

So… today you are 55. You are a loved son, brother, father and now grandfather. I hope this day brings as much love and peace as you deserve. You are an amazing father and I just want to let you know, it is not the big things you do, but simply your presence that means the world to me.

I love you daddy!

I've got nothin'

Sorry folks. My brain is fried today. No idea why? I think it could be the never ending laundry and dishes I do ;-)

I do have a great summer recipe though!

Check out the food blog!

http://www.cookingintexas.blogspot.com/

Love you Dad!