The Vacation Is Over...Or Is It?

No. Yeah, it's pretty much over. But I did have to think about it for a second.

I've been in Texas the last few days, celebrating my brother's retirement from the military. Since I am considered non-military personnel, I don't normally get to witness such formal events like this, and I admit that the US military, if nothing else, is very much about tradition and formality. It was a lovely ceremony, and my brother was honored in a very touching way. I was proud to be a part of it.

But, we arrived home today and I am exhausted from the hours on the road. And typically, I would have work at the restaurant to look forward (picture me saying that sarcastically)...until I remember that my last day at that job was the day before I left for vacation. Huzzah!

So...what do I have to look forward to now? Besides a significant decrease in cash flow?

1. Eating dinner with my family. Every night.
2. Cooking more and trying new techniques in the kitchen.
3. Establishing a regular exercise routine. Probably one that involves more running and biking and less burning myself on various kitchen equipment.
4. Hanging out with my children more. My oldest has only two years left in my house.
5. Completing house projects. It's possible we may move in the next year.
6. Completing a business plan for the dream.
7. More hours at the Pub.

Hm. That's not a bad list for someone's who practically unemployed.

At any rate, Texas was a good time, although I did not get authentic Texas barbeque or "real" Mexican food. We spent the first couple of nights eating my brother's leftovers before...

Wood-fired pizza. This is the Genovese. Pesto, olives, tomatoes, feta. Yeeeeeah. Good stuff. I really had to restrain myself here from shoving the whole pie in my face at one sitting.

Saturday afternoon was this kick-ass Food Truck Park in downtown Fort Worth. I had Vietnamese Chicken Tacos at Top Nosh that were excellent...but alas, no picture.

Then, another meal in downtown Fort Worth at the Cheesecake Factory for appetizers after we'd seen the Four Day Weekend improv/comedy show.

And the beer. Of course the beer. Stuck to mostly Texas beer (because when in Rome, right?), but had a couple of Dark & Stormys to mix it up a little as well. Because I'm on vacation!

And I've got the increase on the scale to prove it. Meh.

Comments

(She) Blinded Me With...Citrus

Excuse my attempt at tying today's blog entry with an iconic Thomas Dolby song. What a terrible pun-ishment. Har har har. So, we're on the backside of Winter Vacation/Christmas Break/Holiday Hiatus here. The kids return to school tomorrow, the freshman and I start back to our respective colleges next Monday. The clock is ticking and suddenly, I am whipped into frenzy to Get Work Done. I suspect this phenomenon happens to many, many educators who try to avoid that panic-stricken night before they go back to work. And believe me when I say, I had the deepest, most earnest of intentions to write lesson plans, write quizzes, and generally prepare for the restart of my classes next week. Like, really. And then...I was distracted by...citrus. This happened. Okay, so....the lemons on the far right are no big deal. They're available year-round. But Meyer lemons...MEYER...I only find around here in the winter. I first read about them i...

Girl Friends Are Great!

About a year and a half-ish ago, I stumbled into a parent organization called Choir Boosters. Just about every learning institution in America has one (or several). If there's a sport or activity, there are parents who want to be involved because their kid's in it. My daughter, who was a freshman at the time, joined her high school's choir. Actually, she was asked to join the elite Chamber Choir, and for the first time in my parenting history, I had a child in an organization with a booster club I wanted to join. My oldest son, who is two years older, participates in minimal activities, and not any with booster clubs, so no chances there. Until now... A very pleasant side benefit of doing this "stuff for my kids" is that I've grown close with a few of the other women, so much so that when our big fundraiser was done in December, we wanted to keep getting together. Thus, the Mad Moms (our big fundraiser is called a Madrigal Dinner..."Mad...

In Which I Suspect I Have Latent Tendencies...Much Like The Hulk, Or Similar

I find in most normally functioning families, the members have a distinguishing role or legacy or skill of some kind. Like, he's the smart one. Or, he's the religious one. Or...she's the glue that helps the fam together. Or, she's the savvy one, so she's the Power of Attorney. In my family, that system went something like this: My dad was The Dad. Cantankerous, crotchety, and especially tight with daughters' curfew times. Also, not a fan of driving in Big Cities. My mom was the long-suffering, patient, reserved one. My brother was the baby, the one who got away with murder, the namesake, and also, Frosty Hoarder. Me? My legacy? The Ruiner of Remote Controls. No lie. Although I've repressed the memories, my parents claim I destroyed at least two remotes in my tenure as Child Under The Roof. Remote #1: milk spillage; Remote #2: applesauce spillage. So, now you see why my younger brother was the favorite. Anyway, t...

To Thine Own Self, Be Food

Search This Blog