
Monday, March 27, 2006
I never would've dreamed it possible 10 years ago...
But, I can go home again...
And my mom and dad will be there, waiting, with open arms, to support me in whatever decision I make. They’ll offer help and guidance, but no absolutes. They’ll assure me that I’m a smart girl; I’ll make the right choice from both my heart and my head.
Who are you people and what have you done with my parents?!
Throughout my high school, college, and married years, I never dreamed that I could ever have this kind of relationship with my parents, my mother specifically. One could argue that she is the reason I chose to marry who I did.
In essence, I married what my mom used to be: a controlling, argumentative and explosive, negative person.
Where did that leave me? Never believing that I was good enough; as a child, young adult and then as a wife.
Just as an aside, I went to college to prove my parents wrong. I majored in child psychology (much to my parent’s chagrin – “What on earth will you ever do with that?”) so that I could learn how to bring up my children differently.
And I believe that I’ve definitely accomplished that. My boys hear every day what amazing, smart, sweet people they are; that they will have the ability to accomplish whatever they want to in this life. And they will. It’s all about being positive rather than negative in your focus. </Digression>
Anyhoo… the highlights:
Mom and I spent the entire day together Saturday; walking, shopping, talking. While we were in Bloomies, I decided I wanted to go see the puppies, so we stopped into the American Kennels on Lexington Ave. O.M.G.! Please, I implore whoever is reading this – never, ever buy a dog from them. The chocolate lab we asked the woman behind the counter to take out was so sad and unresponsive. The woman that took him out of his cage, essentially grabbed him around his neck to pull him out… there is no way that these people care about animals at all. </rant>
Sunday morning mom & I headed over to the Bide-a-Wee facility at 38th and the FDR. I came thisclose to adopting a dog. Chucky. A 2 yr old black Border-Collie mix, so sweet, cute, but peeing so uncontrollably outside, I was worried about the 4 hour drive back to Boston. But, considering I haven’t stopped thinking about him, (I even looked him up online this morning), I may have to go back to get him with the boys.
Dinner was fabulous. This was my first visit to John’s at 12th, and I highly recommend it. Loud, kitschy, a bit cramped even, but who cares. The food was amazing. Portion size for the price was unbelievable, especially for NYC (mom and I shared, it would’ve been way too much food if we didn’t), and so incredibly reasonable overall, I was blown away.
The only bad part about dinner… Grumpy decided to go all evil on my ass. His opinion of what I’m trying to do is not a positive one, and there was no hesitation on his part, in going for the jugular in trying to prove his points (he is a lawyer after all.) I ended up in tears; we’ve not really spoken since. He doesn’t have kids. I don’t think he’s really in a position to judge.
That’s about the jist of the weekend…
Oh, except for Friday night…
One word. Yum.
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