Monday, October 5, 2009

Almost 37 weeks... and still a cooking machine

Mom and Dad had another super busy weekend. They kicked off Friday by having one of Mom's former colleagues and her friend over for dinner. Kristal was a research assistant at UPenn and is now in her first year of medical school at Tulane. When asked her favorite thing about being down here, she told Mom and Dad: The weather. Specifically the humidity.

We're all a little puzzled. Especially since she's from Canada.

Different strokes... It was a lot of fun and Mom and Dad, of course, showed off all my stuff -- as per usual. And Mom made a really nice quiche (with a new crust recipe), a yummy salad, and some awesome apple pear crisp to go with the caramel pear ginger ice cream she had made the weekend before.

Then Saturday Mom and Dad squeezed in a walk.

No, Silly, Tenzing didn't go with them. But they thought about it. Tenzing was all, I'm digging on my new ride. Mmkay.

Truly, is nothing of mine sacred?
I'm pretty sure Mom's been thinking about playing dress up with the cats -- you know, all in the name of practice. If I find cat hair in my onesies....

I did go with them: See how fantastic I look?

Later in the morning, Mom and Dad checked out the lot and said hi to Larry, who was playing with his backhoe and some piles of sand. We get framed this week, barring continued rain... In which case, the framing might be for an arc instead of a house.

And then they went to the plumbing store. Woo hoo.
Yeah, it was a good time. Never a promising sign when there aren't prices on anything, right? Mom gets to go back for a marathon morning session of picking out faucets et al -- probably 2 of everything: What they like (and might find online for less) and what fits in their allowances.

Almost as much fun: Dad spending an hour and half in T-Mobile for his Crackberry... Mom did manage to read 3 plumbing catalogs, check her email, look at every phone in the store, and threaten to shoot herself with a bazooka before finding the greener pastures of World Market. Despite Dad's intimation of stabbing his eyeballs out with a sharp stick after the first 35 minutes, they were still intact when he met up with Mom. And his problem had been remedied.

Thankfully, they survived the Crackberry fiasco and came home just in time to get ready for a little outing to the art district: Art for Art's Sake.

They mostly went to see works by Billy Solitario. Billy paints the most amazing clouds ... and if you think my room is cool, you should his son's room -- it is WOW. Incidentally, he also did Semester-at-Sea, so we're all wondering if that's why clouds are one of his favorite subjects. Here's some of Billy's work and a picture of Dad with Billy and is wife, Niki (Dad's colleague).

Mom and Dad went and whooped it up a bit on the town afterwards. Here they are:

Ok, they didn't really whoop it up seeing as they were home for like 9... Which is good because there were some angry kittens waiting for dinner...

Sunday was kind of bleh and and rainy, but that's ok... they had a lot of stuff to take care of around the house, a super fun art project, and early dinner guests.
What on earth can Mom and Dad be up to now?

get it: Earth. What on Earth... I kill me.

We capped off the post dinner party cleaning with some audio for me. Unfortunately, it was not so much fun last night. Mom discovered I really REALLY don't like those stupid chanting Benedictine Monks. Like, if she wants to induce labor, she should go right ahead and play them again, but otherwise we agreed to steer clear of them in lieu of Jack Johnson. Or Enya. Or any of mom's workout music.
See, I am happy listening to Jack Johnson.

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