Below are a few legitimate
sites to access for the children to know why we celebrate this day.
And that takes care of why
today is called what it is, oh wait, but shouldn’t everyday be Mother’s and
Father’s Day.
As you can see that was
rhetorical.
Moving on…
Lazy days are great
especially when your celebration was pro-rated or pre-done or previously
celebrated?
Ah that’s it!
Ah that’s it!
And yes we did have a lovely
day with our number one son and darling lady.
They arrived early for them
around noon and presented me with three, make that four gifts, a carnation, a
Powerball ticket for last night (not one single number) and scratch off (won
two bucks!) and a gift card for Beall’s for way too much money and we chatted
for a while, not quite an hour than we went to our pre-arranged designated restaurant.
They were treating and no, ifs ands or buts… it was Mother’s Day!
Number one and I had
discussed a place that we had all been to together previously that suited our
diverse pallets.
Although, we had forgotten to
discuss my most recent mode of transportation, but Hubby was not concerned.
Being a wheelchair is an
advantage and also disadvantage at times, aw heck all times but we do what we
have to do.
In that fact that it is an
advantage, I can still go out when if we didn’t have it I might not have been
able to. But when you enjoy a buffet on occasion, yes, I do know they are very
bad for me, but not too often and so they then they are okay.
The best time to think this
way is when you have more than yourselves to please with many different tastes
in types and genres of food, The Hibachi Grill suited those tastes.
I can recall when our sons
were teenagers and would invite a friend or two to come with out to dinner, in
those days on the other coast, while in Ormond
Beach and I was thin we would go to a place called,
Duffs. The local football team would take all the players there. It was great
for large groups who wanted all different types of food.
Our son and his girlfriend
are no longer children but both suffer from certain food allergies and they know
specifically what they can and can not eat. Our son recently became allergic to
shell fish, as a child he was not and his gal cannot eat anything with onions
or dairy and few other things that I can’t seem to remember and so when they
come down we do go out, two out of every three visits, kidding I don’t know!
It is easier on Hubby anyway
with me not able to hold my own and not wanting these two hardworking kids to
have to do-a-thing!
Kids, that is rather funny,
since she is forty-three and our son will be forty-one, perspective again they
are ours, kids that is.
We came home from our gluttony,
which due to me being asked what I would like as Hubby filled my plate, a
couple of times… I do know I ate less than if I had my own easier access,
really!
Before we left I had closed
the guest-room door with its white carpet and new whiter than the old cream
eyelet bedspread one we had for years and now has been designated for a winter
look and to keep Skipper the door is closed on leaving, a recent tradition, to
keep our loving canine dust/grass magnet out. I snuck Number One’s present out
of that closet onto the bed, so he did not know… But when we came back, I asked
him nonchalantly
to open the guest-room door for
me, as I took a seat in my recliner in the living-room.
He found it!
To our surprise he did like
the two shirts and shorts that Hubby and I picked out for him, from dare I say,
Beall’s, but the outlet nearby our home.
They are first quality and in
the rare chance he didn’t like them I saved all the tags and receipt, but he
did!
Now with that enormous meal
the customary lighting and consuming of the ice cream cake was baffling to me
and to Hubby and his girlfriend who I sneakily, so he didn’t know, let her in
on the additional festivities. Around dinner time I asked if anyone was hungry
since we had a few snack like items fruit salad homemade, chesses and crackers
that sort of thing.
And surprisingly, all were a
bit interested and so we sat at the table… and than into the living-room again…
with our newest addition of the herb garden it does make it slightly harder to
see into the kitchen, especially while sitting on the sofa… and so it was a
perfect time to remove the cake and put it in the fried to defrost, according
to its direction, a half hour to forty minutes before cutting.
Fortunately, they decided to
stay longer than I even hoped for and so chatted some more and more and more...
Until, I got Hubby’s
attention and he went into the fridge or it could have been me and the
girlfriend, my memory isn’t what it used to be, well duh, look who I am talking
to, sorry, off track any-who some how it got on the marble raise cheese/cake/stand with all its
candles lit! I did six, four for each decade and one for the extra year and
than the last one for luck! After thirty there is a tendency to create a fire
hazard, methinks! I sued to buy the decade number and than the extra ones, but
who knows when you would use those again, really!
Those ones that don’t blow
out are my favs but I got yelled at too many times and so…
Anyway, we had cake, Hubby cleaned
up again.
We chatted some more and than
it was wow nine P.M. and they had a couple of hours to drive home and so we
called a night!
It was a great day, and I
hope that yours were too… And so Happy Mother’s Day to all and to all a very
Happy Good Night!
Now allow to ask you to
kindly count all your blessings, which today probably provided you with more…
and share those overages with you know who and we will too!
And next time please be here
or be square, ya hear?!