Why I like staying with my mom when I visit

Mom making deviled eggs...

Mom making deviled eggs…

I know a lot of people have issues when coming home to their parents’ houses.  I used, too, as well, until I realized that a lot of these issues were me not accepting my mom for who she is, and trying to make her into something she’s not.  It also helped that we had a frank conversation where I told her I didn’t want to be treated as a guest, but more as, well, a daughter.   But now, I think we get along quite well; it’s gone from 3 days being my maximum at the house before wanting to run home, to just over a week.  I think that’s a fantastic improvement.

Granted, I watch more reality TV in the 5 days I’m here than I do the entire rest of the month.  It used to drive me crazy that she had the TV on all. the. time.  But, I threatened to buy her a pair of wireless earphones one summer, as she tends to have the volume up rather loud. When her birthday came around and I asked what she might want, she said, “Oh, I thought you were going to buy me those earphones…”  Done!  It’s actually made quite an improvement: she can listen to her shows during the day while I’m on my conference calls or watching my own TV shows.

Here are many reasons why I love staying at my mom’s:

  1. She always makes sure the heated blanket is on my bed when I come into town
  2. She has a hottub and makes sure it’s ready for when I come into town
  3. Her dog and mine get along famously, and she has a large back yard and a doggie door.  No, mom, I am still not taking your dog home with me…
  4. She always makes me deviled eggs (see above)!  Also, she just showed me a fantastic trick that may solve my incapability to peel a boiled egg: she uses a teaspoon – genius!
  5. She offers to record all my shows for me so I can watch them in my room
  6. She keeps a guest room for me (although I’m sharing it with my niece tonight)
  7. Grilled Cheese sandwiches
  8. She is always supportive of my mid day naps
  9. She always asks what kind of crazy diet [my words, not hers] I’m on now, and helps get the kitchen stocked for me
  10. She’s even gone and shopped and cooked recipes I picked out when I was in town for 48 hours
  11. Did I mention she has a hottub?

Love you, mom.

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Chez Mom…

One of the best things about being at my mom’s, other than the hot tub, is that she makes spectacular grilled cheese.  I very rarely have bread in my house, and I just never think of making it.  But, when I’m here, my mom will ask what I want for lunch, and the answer always is, “Grilled Cheese and tomato soup!”  And bless her heart, she always obliges; turns out she bought two pounds of Muenster cheese at Sam’s this week, so I’m actually helping her out.  Right?

Also, if you eat your grilled cheese and don’t dip it into tomato soup, I’m not sure we can be friends.  I learned this while at summer camp, and not surprisingly, grilled cheese and tomato soup was my favorite meal there, too.  If you haven’t tried it, do.  Although, you’ll have to make it yourself, or get your own mom to do so.  Mine’s taken!

On the Road Again…

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Don’t worry, I used the dash mount…

Today was a long day of driving on a poor night’s sleep.  I woke at 3.30 am with a full bladder, and then my dog leaped onto the bed an hour later as his bed was too chilly.  This didn’t bode well, considering we were supposed to be up at 5.30 am to hit the road by 6 am.  We managed to get out on time, and didn’t even stop for coffee and breakfast until we were in Merriville, and well clear of any city traffic.

And I splurged on a Gingerbread Latte.  Holy cow, those are DELISH.  I ended up having a second one that morning, solely for the caffeine, I swear!  Sadly, when I hit the Kentucky / Tennessee border and needed gas around 3 pm, I realized I was also in the Starbucks Desert and had to settle for a McLatte.  The horror.

I’ve survived, and am now relaxing and trying to stay awake until at least 9 pm.  Then I can crash and wake up on Eastern time.  But before that, one of the major benefits of Chez Mom:  the hottub.

Heading out …

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My fridge looks so sad as I prepare to head off to visit family.  And, I have no desire to pack, but that luggage isn’t going to pack itself, sadly.

 

It’s finally here…

It’s been a full day today, meeting, then book club brunch, then a much needed nap, then a friends birthday dinner, and then Dr. Who!

I miss David Tennant as the Doctor.

And with that – it’s already late and I’m off to bed!

Liebster award

Aiming for Simplicity was kind enough to nominate me for a Liebster Award.  When I started NaBloPoMo, I did register on the site, but didn’t think many people would be following me and my ramblings here.  I guess that’s less true than I thought!

Life here has been crazy and it’s been a challenge to get a post up a day, so while I won’t continue the award chain, I will answer her questions.  How can I pass up a great blog post idea?

1. If you could be any animal, what would you be?

Contrary to my mom’s belief, I would not be a penguin. I’m pretty sure I’d be an otter as they get to spend a lot of time in the water and are always having so much fun.

2. Invite three people to dinner, living or dead – who are they?

Rebel Wilson, Ryan Gosling, and so Rebel has some arm candy: Channing Tatum. If I’m not so nice to Rebel, I’d swap Channing for Anna Kendrick.

3. What’s the best Christmas gift you could get?

Unlimited Chiropractor visits.

4. What is your favourite blog entry you’ve written – please, post a link for us to read.

The one where I bust the jerky drunk lawyer

5. Who is your greatest inspiration?

Coffee.

6. Most embarrassing moment (that you are willing to share)

I can’t really think of any, so I’ve either killed those brain cells or I’m ok with what I’ve done.  I’d like to think it’s the latter.

7. Name one thing that you wish you had done in your life thus far.

Gone to Australia!

8. What’s your favourite food?

Chocolate peanut butter ice cream

9. Cheesecake or Cake?

Depends on my mood and the kind of cake. But I would say in general, cheesecake.

10. Favourite Olympic sport?

Summer or winter? For summer, it’s diving/swimming. Winter, it is curling or ice skating.

11. If you could ask your great grandparents one thing, what would it be?

What was it like to live through the depression?

Eleven tidbits about me:

1. I sleep with earplugs, an eye mask, and under a comforter (even at the height of summer!)

2. There us one seat in each movie theater that is the perfect seat, and if I don’t get it, I am sad.

3. I graduated with a degree in chemical engineering, but decided I liked computers more than distiller tanks.

4. I have never seen Anchorman.

5. I’d like to give blood, but my body has a horrible reaction to having blood drawn.  I don’t recover for a couple hours.

6. I am a perfectionist and a procrastinator.  They’re two sides of the same coin, really.

7. I love tech gadgets.  As a friend jokes “your watch talks to your shoe which talks to your phone …”  That’s me.

8. I own more makeup than one person could wear in 10 years.  And I keep buying lipstick.

9. I used to think that people who had migraines were just people with low pain tolerance.  Then at 35, I came down with a terrible migraine and suffer from them in spring and fall when the storm fronts come in.  I’m sorry to all of those I silently judged.

10. I am a huge Chicago sports fan, but I only have memories of this year.  I don’t remember players from the previous year if they were traded.  Weird, but true.

11. I’m an introvert, but my friends don’t believe me, and think I’m an extrovert.  Which is doubly odd, since I suffer from social anxiety.  I need to be alone to recover energy; while I love spending time with my friends, it takes energy to be out with people.  That makes me an introvert.  I’m a gregarious introvert versus a shy one, so when I’m with my friends, I’m very vivacious which mimics extroversion.   But, put me in a party with a bunch of strangers?  That’s my hell.  My introversion combined with my social anxiety sends me right to the buffet.i

Rebel Wilson is my hero…

I’ll admit I wasn’t all that taken with Rebel in her turn in Bridesmaids, but she stole my heart in Pitch Perfect. She floors me with her confidence and her “so what” attitude about her weight. Yes, she’s over weight, but to her it’s “so what?”  Her characters exude a certainty in who they are and their sexuality that I envy.  She’s not waiting to be thin to dream big; she isn’t hampered by my crushing idea that being overweight is the cause of many of my issues.

She’s also ridiculously smart: she has a law degree and and arts degree.  And she is ridiculously funny.  And she’s funny in part because she doesn’t have any shame about her weight.

I have a ridiculous amount of shame about my weight.  I’m constantly judging myself by that number on the scale, by what I’m eating, or by how my pants fit.  it’s a never ending battle.  I don’t put myself out there in the dating world very often, because I’m convinced that men won’t even talk to me because I am fat.  And in some part of my psyche, I shy away from that attention as well.  When I’ve dropped into the magic land of “Oneder land”, I have freaked out and ended up running to the food to comfort myself, and likely put the weight back on to where I was somewhat invisible to guys.

But Rebel?  She owns that.  She talks to Ellen about how she stuffed cookies from the posh Disneyland club into her purse, and when she got busted by the waiter and was offered a to-go box, merely said “okay!” and brought this gigantic box of desserts around the park.  With zero shame. She goes on Jay Leno and sings Lady Gaga with her “breast voice”, and KILLS IT.

So, I think I’m going to start thinking what Rebel Wilson would do, and care less about what other people might think.  Maybe I’ll even just start calling myself Fat Heather and come to terms with that – and that it’s not the whole sum of who I am. After all, I’m pretty darn funny as well.

And maybe I’ll be a little bit more like this: