Entry #632821, added on 01-29-09 @ 11:06 pm EST
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| Family Dinners | Entry #632821 |
Alright, seriously. I'm almost 24 years old and have been living in an apartment for the past 4 years. I think I'm perfectly capable of fending for myself for dinner.
I had to pick up my dad from the airport this afternoon and since I had work and my apartment is close, I figured that I would call my brother and tell him I'll pick up our dad. That went great, actually. Traffic wasn't bad as its Thursday and my dad and I had some good conversation. The Super Bowl, Egypt, family stuff, work stuff, etc. So that was good. 
I went to work and, a rarity, so did my youngest brother who started working for my boss' program this past fall with the soccer season. That's all good and wonderful. Then we get home at about 9:00 and my mom had left us dinner. Which is nice, I know. But she insists on cooking this sausage/onions/potatoes dinner that I can't stand.  So the thought was nice but as I said before, if I'm hungry, I can fend for myself. I've always been a picky eater. If I don't like what my family has for dinner, I can either drive back to my apartment and have a late dinner (which I do all to often) or, on nights when that's not an option (such as tonight) I can convince myself that I'm not hungry. My grandma calls me a camel. I can store up on all the food I do like and last a night or two without dinner. Not the best idea, I know, cause I'm skinny as hell and my boss doesn't understand it (whenever we work in the office which starts anywhere from 10 am until 12 noon, we always work until 1 or 2 and then go grab lunch at a local pizza place or Taco Bell, my boss' favorite) and I'm always eating. We also have lunches/breakfasts for coach's meetings at the beginning of a new season and then a coach's dinner at the conclusion of a season.  Then there's Coach Sheri who also works as the middle school girls basketball coach. The past two times she's worked, she's brought these caramel/chocolate bars x2. They are delicious!!!!! But she won't tell anyone how to make them.  The last time she made them, I wasn't on that night, but PJ brought one leftover into the office the next day x3. Way to go PJ! That's no easy task, mind you, because the dog always knows when someone has food and my boss LOVES those things, so sneaking one past him is very very difficult.
So yeah, I didn't have dinner tonight but I did have banana cake! Yay! |
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