Dad’s Visit & Back to Work Blues

Mario dropped Adan off at the airport early. He got home and went about his business, doing work outside and so on. I woke up at 10am and sat in the living room, wondering what to do first. Mario came in just then with a big frame/white board. It was so nice; it had three sections. The first is for 4 photos, the middle is a red satin pin board and the last part is a dry-erase board. I’ve always wanted one of those. He told me Dad brought it for me as a gift and he was outside. It’s one of the nicest gifts Dad’s ever gotten me. Actually…it’s one of the only gifts he’s ever given me LOL.

Dad said he’d come over because he was nervous that I hadn’t answered my phone all week. He was afraid I was sick or went into labor. He’d tried calling my cell phone but Mom had given him the wrong one. I sat outside with him, Mom and Mario and we talked about everything. He even talked about his coffee addiction and I realized So THAT’S where I get it from!. John and Mom are so not coffee drinkers.

It was weird, but he and mom took off to H-E-B to get Mom’s digital converter boxes. He even went over to her house and installed them for her. Mom wasn’t going to be able to live the jokes down when everyone found out. When he was done they came over again and I put on a pot of coffee and we watched TV. He admired our 47″ LCD and he and Mario talked about cars and then he left.

I had breakfast then, an extra egg and potato taco Mario’d brought. I wasn’t even halfway through when I bit into some crunchy egg shell. I hate that crap. I almost barfed in my sink.

I lost my appetite after that so I started to update my blog a bit. I’m so behind. We left to pick up Mario’s paycheck and when we got home Noey and Andy were here. We went to Yadira’s for a bar-b-q. We sat around and talked like usual. We came home and I washed dishes. It’s so nice having a clean house. It’s a beautiful feeling, looking around and not feeling overwhelmed by crap. I hope I can keep up with it the last 3 ½ weeks of work. Bleh, I don’t want to go back, but who does? I go back on Tuesday. How sad. And I didn’t even get to paint the kitchen!