There is no place like home! In my case "home" refers to California. I used to make the trip back every few weeks when I first moved to Arizona,but as the years go by the trips were less frequent. The longest I've gone without making the trip back was a year. My sister would make the trip to us more often. Honey,Baby Man Cub and I made the trip up this weekend so that he could Golf and I could visit with my other Honey,my Grandma. I call her Honey and she calls me Sugar. For as long as I can remember she has refered to me as Sugar and only calls me by my given name when I'm in trouble,like when I haven't called her as often as I'm supposed to. We had planned on a friday-Sunday visit,but at the last minute my sister texted asking if I could stay longer. She is doing a major kitchen overhaul and someone needed to be here for deliveries and installers. Super Sister works 14 hour days and didn't have time off to accomodate all the coming and goings of the workers so she needed me to stay a week. Well, after alot of arm twisting (wink wink) I said "oh ok,just for you!" after all she is my baby sister not to mention my only sister and just my only sib period. My duties also include puppy sitting. When Super Sister adopted her 4 legged puppy from the Humane Society she Christened me Godmother and chief puppysitter of the little fur ball. When Super Sister brought Jax home for Christmas to meet us I was so happy to hear the pitter patter of 4 clumsy paws. My Super Sister doesn't have any Cubs of her own and I remind her that my aunt-O-Logical clock is kicking. Lets face it,I'm desperate for a neice or nephew.
The only difference with this stay,is I am really stuck in the house. I'm not allowed to drive yet (Doctors orders)so this is my first visit that I can't run the streets of sunny Orange County like I usually do. Without a kitchen to cook with stuffing my face has been challenging. Super Sister eats like a workaholic bachlorette,in other words lots of stuff that only requires a microwave. No offense to workoholic bachlorettes out there,but frozen pizza and canned ravioli just doesn't cut it. Lucky for me my Grandma loves me and yesterday she brought me a home cooked meal and hot coffee just like I like it. She had my Uncle bring her over and watched as I devoured her chicken mole and beans as if I hadn't eaten in forever. Today my gourmet meal has consisted of Skittles and Fritos. I was going to walk down to the market,but delivery schedule windows of course don't allow. I think I just may lose weight thos visit. Unless of course I call Grandma!
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