Pokey, who used to be a weed
(The photo above is of my so-very-close-to-16-year-old daughter and a plant that used to be a weed, if you accept the definition of a weed being an unwanted plant. At some point, Pokey – who I really wanted to call Audrey III, but I was outnumbered – got big enough to capture our attention, and after that, if he was wilting due to the hot sun, we’d go out and water him. He’s kind of our plant mascot now.)*
No recipe today, because I didn’t end up cooking dinner last night. I went to my mom’s in the early afternoon, and ended up hanging out, discussing current events, reminiscing about my childhood, and most importantly, hearing family stories.
My mom and I have had a rocky relationship since I’ve been an adult. We’d get along one day, and not the next. We were pushing each other’s buttons — usually unintentionally, but sometimes we’d get hurt or irritated and we’d let it snowball into a big irritation. I think we’ve both worked hard to communicate better, and more importantly, to let those irritations go before they grew into something bigger. “Don’t sweat the small stuff”, I guess. But it makes me really happy to spend time with my mom and enjoy it — a lot.
So anyway, I didn’t get home until 9pm or so, so the kids had fended for themselves. The boys had quesadillas, and my almost-16-year-old made herself an omelet. I had a Lean Cuisine when I got home. (I know, I’m pretty much against processed foods, but the Lean Cuisine Cheese Ravioli is pretty tasty.)
This morning, we got up early to get my daughter’s best friend from the airport. She’s staying with us over the weekend so that she can attend Sylvia’s 16th birthday party. How cool is that?
*And yes, my daughter has purple dye in her hair. She had just dyed it for her party when I asked her to come outside and pose for me.
June 10th, 2010 | 
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