I hate misunderstandings. I mean, if people would just ask a question in order to clarify something sometimes, I think we could all avoid a lot of heartache.
Anyway. So today I went to have lunch at Mr. and Mrs. Smyth's house, since they're two of my favorite people. Shannon came along because she's my chauffeur and because she probably felt as if she already knew them since I tell stories about them all the time. Mr. Smyth ("rhymes with 'myth'") is my 11th grade Brit Lit teacher. He's the kind of teacher that all other teachers should aspire to be. One of those they could make a movie about, you know? And Mrs. Smyth is probably the single sweetest lady on the planet. I try to go out and visit them every time I come home... Sometimes it doesn't happen, but I try.
I know, I'm that weird kid who goes to visit her teachers. Oh, but I don't care that I'm that weird kid. I do what I want.
Note to self: When you're on the East Coast, you have to head east to get to the ocean. I'm so screwed up from living in California for three years.
Then we had to buy a picture frame for the spread that the Times-Union did on my granddad a few months ago. It's monstrous. I got the whole shebang for somewhere in the neighborhood of 40% off, though, so I was happy, and Mom will be happy when she pays me back for it.
Then it was LASAGNA TIME! My mom makes the world's best--though admittedly I haven't tried all the lasagnas in the world--lasagna. And she can't say no to me when I'm home on leave (as an aside, I'm going to hate being a normal person again after all this preferential treatment), so she pretty much makes it for me whenever I ask her to. Plus, there was extra, so I'm bringing it (and Cranium!) home to share on "Lea's Last Night."
Anyway. So today I went to have lunch at Mr. and Mrs. Smyth's house, since they're two of my favorite people. Shannon came along because she's my chauffeur and because she probably felt as if she already knew them since I tell stories about them all the time. Mr. Smyth ("rhymes with 'myth'") is my 11th grade Brit Lit teacher. He's the kind of teacher that all other teachers should aspire to be. One of those they could make a movie about, you know? And Mrs. Smyth is probably the single sweetest lady on the planet. I try to go out and visit them every time I come home... Sometimes it doesn't happen, but I try.
I know, I'm that weird kid who goes to visit her teachers. Oh, but I don't care that I'm that weird kid. I do what I want.
Note to self: When you're on the East Coast, you have to head east to get to the ocean. I'm so screwed up from living in California for three years.
Then we had to buy a picture frame for the spread that the Times-Union did on my granddad a few months ago. It's monstrous. I got the whole shebang for somewhere in the neighborhood of 40% off, though, so I was happy, and Mom will be happy when she pays me back for it.
Then it was LASAGNA TIME! My mom makes the world's best--though admittedly I haven't tried all the lasagnas in the world--lasagna. And she can't say no to me when I'm home on leave (as an aside, I'm going to hate being a normal person again after all this preferential treatment), so she pretty much makes it for me whenever I ask her to. Plus, there was extra, so I'm bringing it (and Cranium!) home to share on "Lea's Last Night."
And I made strawberry trifle from a recipe picked up from my grandma. Store bought angel food cake, fresh or frozen strawberries, instant vanilla pudding, and whipped cream are all it takes, and it is delicious. And super easy.
Dinner was gooood.Finally--finally--we played Trivial Pursuit. I love that game. At 9:00 or so, the board looked like this (I'm the green piece)...
At 11:00, the board looked like this...
Then I won on the question, "Who has played the most games for the New York Yankees?" The answer was Mickey Mantle. I guessed.Oh! Here are pictures from lunch with my family last week
...Aunt Deanna and I... 
...beautiful Grandma...
...Amaya took this blurry one... And Relay for Life 
...luminarias...
...the infield and some of the teams...
...Jonathan (aka Dorothy Gale) and the green girls...
And the Martina concert
...Martina was ama-za-zing...
...and I think my mom enjoyed herself...
And the beach.
I like Florida beaches better.
Anyway, sorry 'bout the picture-rific post, but I thought somebody might be interested.
Oh,and we're going to see The Goonies tomorrow in Treaty Oak Park downtown! I'm so excited! How much cooler can you get?!
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