Weekend Update. Like it's Only Been a Weekend Since I Posted

I just got home from a weekend with the parental units. Me Madre flew me down for me Padre's birthday party:

When the Queen Mum turned 85, she got a bunch of stamps to celebrate

Dad, sadly did not, even though he deserves them. I was hoping that my sister in law would email me the pictures of my Dad blowing out his candles, but I haven't got them yet. He was the cutes, sitting there in front of his ice cream cake, blowing out his candles. You never get to old to have fun blowing out your candles. Think about it for a minute, has there ever been a time in your life when you haven't felt special blowing out your birthday candles? I thought not. I loved sitting there watching my 85 year old Daddy, feeling special on his special day. LOVE him.

I stayed at my childhood home the whole weekend. 30 years ago, my parents turned my room into a TV room the second I was married because, hello, I wasn't coming back. I like their confidence. The first night there, I sat in the blue bean bag chair and watched Murder She Wrote on the Hallmark channel with my mom.

I'm not such a Murder She Wrote kind of gal. But Mom is. So we watched. And you can go ahead and imagine me watching Murder She Wrote if you like, because that would mean you will be imagining me being so tolerant, so selfless, so giving. Which might be a new experience for you.

The opening scene had Angela Lansbury with yellow rubber gloves on and her hair tied up in a red scarf'; and she was cleaning her oven like a demon when the Murder She Wrote phone call came in and she had to drop everything and get going to solve the mystery dejour. And no, it was not quite believable, thanks for asking. The show had a western theme so I was doubly b.o.r.e.d. what with the dust and the wranglers and the twang.

I had to keep pinching myself to make sure that yes, I WAS in my childhood bedroom watching that show.

In a vinyl bean bag chair.

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The next night I got to go to dinner with these two:

They are just as cute as a year ago. Except Mitch needs a haircut. And I think I mentioned it to him a couple of times, so he might have been happy to drop me off back at my childhood home. It's weird to have your child leave you at your childhood home. Just sayin.

We went to Ruth's Dinner, which is a spot up the canyon that I used to go when I was in college. Ultimate comfort food. I'm still thinking about the Chocolate Malt Pudding that we topped the meal off with. I'm a big ol' fan of pudding, especially if there is real whipped cream on top. And Ruth's was yummeristic.

I really really loves me that pudding.

Mitch also took me to the hospital to see Jennifer, of Blogging for Jennifer Wahlquist Day fame. (I can't get the link to work...so just scroll down three posts....)

I KNOW! I am so lucky! We walked in, and as I gently hugged her teeny little self she whispered in my ear: "Thank you, thank you so much". It was so tender, that I then had to fumble around for a tissue to wipe my eyes. I just love her so much.

So here's my report on Miss Jennifer:

Spirit: STRONG

Determination: STRONG

Love for her family: STRONG

Appreciation for her family: STRONG

Hair: Coming back STRONG

Attitude: STRONG

Typical Jennifer.

I know when adversity slaps you in the face as it has slapped Jennifer, you have to do alot of searching in your heart to make sense of it. You have to decide if everything you have ever believed in is what you will continue to believe in. As we conversed, I could see the direction of her heart is fast and true. And STRONG

Jennifer, if you're reading this, I'm high fiving you right now. On the side. Down low. Too Slow. With a Pickle. Tickle Tickle.

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And Jennifer, have those hospital folks bring you in a cake with some candles on it from me.

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(PS I know I shouldn't say this but just try and hold back your amazement of the kittie world and the people who live to document it)