I headed home this past weekend to see family before I move. It's always crazy going home--making certain you see the people you need and want to see, but there is never enough time to see everyone you want to see.
Wednesday, I arrived and Grandma Roberts picked me up and we went to my favorite cholesterol-inducing restaurant. I don't even have to look at the menu. The standard single with pickles and mustard and a regular order of cheese fries, please. That should hold me over for a while. That night, Mom and I thankfully ate a healthy dinner of fish.
Thursday I headed to Wilmington to see Grandpa Beal, Great-Uncle Kenny, Great-Aunt Rosey, and Grandpa's wife Mourine. I don't get to see them nearly as enough as I'd like, so when I do, I really soak up the time . We headed to McD's for lunch and I slyly paid for lunch without anyone realizing it. Rosey still doesn't understand how I do it. I also had the pleasure of seeing my "other Grandma," Mary-Lou, who I thoroughly enjoyed.
Since Mom was going to see The Lion King Thursday night, I made plans for dinner and a few beers with my good friend Chris V. He has known me for a long time now, but he still laughs at my cheekiness and liberal leanings. If you visit me, Chris, maybe I'll let you ride in my liberal car.
Friday was a day of relaxation at the spa with Mom. A massage, a facial, lunch, manicure, and pedicure. It was all very nice. But don't think for one minute that spas are safe, kids, because I was injured. That's right. A spa injury! While sitting in my vibrating chair, listening to earth sounds, and getting my pedicure, she clipped the skin on my toe instead of my cuticle. Her response, "That's funny, do you always bleed this much?" My thought: "Ummm yeah, I tend to do that when my toe is gouged with the sharp metal object." So I got 9 toes painted. Awesome.
Afterward, we went to the Schottenstien Center and saw the various Brutus Buckeye statues dressed up as different things (kinda like the Cows in Chicago, the Crabs in Baltimore, or the Donkeys and Elephants in Washington D.C.). Brutus on Parade! They're very cute and well done, so I'd recommend anyone who lives there to take a look. It was hard to choose a favorite, but I did enjoy the Dave Thomas and Christopher Columbus Brutuses (or is that Bruti?). That evening, we had dinner, then went to the Drexel Grandview to see "Man on Wire." It was a great film, a true story, and I think my palms were sweating during most of the movie.
Saturday morning was lazy and Chad came over to visit. We watched the Buckeyes make a close call with the Ohio University Bobcats and had lunch. (Don't tell anyone, but I was kinda cheering for my alma mater's rival when they were showing up the Bucks.)
The afternoon was filled with more football at Dad's (helllloooo, this is Ohio, afterall), then dinner with Grandma Roberts, Chad, and Sue's daughter and son-in-law. I tried to share one of my favorite beers with Dad, but after one sip he decided he likes the fake stuff better. All the better, because it's just more for me! Sunday Dad and I watched the Bengals lose to the Ravens and had a relaxing day.
It was good to see everyone, but hard to say goodbye.
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