First of all...
Happy belated Mother's Day to all the moms out there. I never had the chance to stop by and say that over the weekend.
I hope you all enjoyed time with your family and loved ones.
If you aren't a mother, I still hope you had a good weekend. :) I also hope you kept reading far enough to read that.
Moving on...Mother's Day is always a tough one for me. You see, my grandmother died 37 years ago. She died on the Friday before Mother's Day that year. It was also the weekend of my aunt's birthday. It was also the year of my birth. I entered the world 7 months after she left it.
So, I never got to meet her. My grandmother, Alpha. It always saddens me that I never got the chance to know her, even for a little while. I don't even know if she knew I was on the way.
Mother's Day for my own Mom is very difficult because of this. It brings back all of the sadness of that weekend 37 years ago. She cries to this day. When we leave the church and walk past Alpha's headstone, we both gaze longingly at it. Mom is wishing she could have one more day and I am wishing I had had just one day at all.
It's not all sad, though. I know my grandmother has been with me all of my life. I know that she always will be.
Enough of this sad, sappy crap though. This is not what I intended for today's post. Plus, due to the sad memories my Mom has, we all try to make it a special, happy day for her.
So, let's focus on that, shall we?
Saturday afternoon, I loaded up this gorgeous girl and we headed down to my family's for the Mother's Day weekend.
She was super excited to be in the car for two hours. Even more excited that mommy had fast food in the front seat for her to try and steal. So excited, in fact, that she forgot to tell mommy that she had to poop.
That was a fun little side trip to the Walmart parking lot in whatever little town we happened to be in at the time. Thank God for my $8.99 canvas seat cover, my $3.00 dog blanket and the handy stash of poop scooping bags on Skye's leash.
Also, thank God for my lack of shame when it comes to all poop related activities.
So, after that little mishap, we made it safely to the family's house where Mom had this little guy waiting for me.
It's hard to see him because he's hiding his head under that rock. I think he's 'special'.
It's a baby snapping turtle! How cute!
I love turtles. I spent my childhood catching turtles and other critters out of the crick that runs next to my family's house. This little guy found his way into their house somehow and Mom saved him for me to see.
I played with him for a bit and then released him into the crick again.
After turtle time, Mom and I headed to the mall to do some shopping. We are both consumed with wedding, wedding, wedding and went to buy some wedding favor stuff. We also had dinner and dessert and spa pedicures.
They were fabulous! I would allow myself to get groped by that little pedicure lady anytime!
Sunday was church day. Then we all went to breakfast - Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Mrs. Big Brother and myself. We went to this little place that was having a jazz brunch. The jazz part of the brunch consisted of one guy with a guitar playing music and wandering around the restaurant.
At one point, I turned my head and he was right behind me! Sneaky bastard.
It took approximately 27 minutes for the waitress to notice our arrival and make contact with us. It took 7 minutes for her to bring the coffee and tea we had all ordered. It took another 17 minutes to flag down someone else to bring us silverware so we could stir cream and sugar into our coffees and teas. It took another 38 minutes for her to come and take our food order.
Did I mention that the service was pretty sucky?
Our waitress apparently had a twin sister who was also a waitress in the restaurant. We realized this after trying to flag down twin #2 to get some freakin food, thinking she was our twin #1. Then we noticed that there were actually two crappy waitresses, instead of just one who kept taking her glasses on and off.
My favorite part of the meal was the end when we got the bill. Twin #1 came to the table and proceeded to pull a check out of her boob. Seriously. She was elbow deep in there fishing out the check for our table.
Then? It was the wrong check! She had to go elbow deep on the other side (twin#2! HA!) to get our actual check.
Mrs. Big Brother and I were dying! When Big Brother asked if his 22% tip was enough, we really lost it.
Not that I'm knocking the twins as storage compartments. I've been to some places where that just makes sense. You spend a little time in the joint and you just expect that she's going to pull your check out of her bra. You might expect her to pull some cream and sugar out of there too...maybe a little dessert.
This place? Not that type of place. Did I mention the 'jazz brunch' part of it?
Jazz brunch and twin nestled checks don't really go together in my mind.
Anyway, it was a good meal with loved ones and that's what really counts. Plus, I didn't have to touch the check!
After breakfast, I gained approximately 87 pounds...in the form of a bridesmaid! A bridesmaid who is going to love me for my weight estimation powers!
She has been a dear friend forever and when I asked, she said yes! Yay!
Mom and I celebrated this news with gourmet cupcakes. It's really the only way to celebrate such news, don't you think?
So, it was a very busy, very fun weekend. Full of lots of emotions and lots of laughs and lots of family. Also baby turtles.
A very good weekend, in my book.
How was your weekend?