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Visiting Dad at the Truck Terminal and CC’s Birthday
As you probably know, my Dad is a trucker (who cooks himself a full meal IN HIS TRUCK—notice above photo). He used to work in the terminal as teacher but now he’s back on the road again. The other night he was in the Fontana terminal killing some time before he headed off to Calgary, Canada. We decided to meet him there and take him out to dinner. It was CC’s birthday after all so we were due for a family dinner anyway.
Like any good working class family, we went to Olive Garden where I contracted dysentery and I will never eat there again. Actually, I’m sure it was just the 24-hour flu that is going around. But none-the-less, I will never eat there again.
More truck terminal photos here.
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The Screaming Mimi’s
The sticks are so good to me. One, I can make as much mess as I want out here and it’s not like anybody is going to notice and two, I have babysitters galore.
I know you’re thinking of CC and my mom, who are really great babysitters. But you know who the BEST babysitter is of all? SuperChic. Yep. She and Bug play together all day long. Who knew!!! They are sort of close in age but I think it’s more than that. They are kindred spirits or something.
I don’t really want to put this down on the internet because I really really don’t believe in favoritism amongst nieces but sometimes SuperChic is not my favorite niece.
This is mostly because SuperChic is FIVE and she is LOUD and she likes to SCREAM. I seem to remember having the same feelings about Rapunzel when she was five. I’m just not that fond of screaming. So you can imagine my chagrin when Baby Bug’s most favorite person in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD, worth screaming over, is SuperChic! Baby Bug nearly wets her pants with excitement every time SuperChic makes an arrival on the scene.
Baby Bug LOVES SuperChic. It’s adorable, in a screaming sort of way. It’s all super fun and exciting until I have to yell at them because the screaming is too much for me.
OR I whisk my older niece away and go get my eyebrows waxed and my toenails painted in a nice non-screaming environment like the local strip mall nail salon. Yes, you read that right. I left Baby Bug in the capable hands of my sister-in-law and my screaming niece while I took Rapunzel out for a pedicure. It was so fun. It kind of reminded me of the Brenda and Rapunzel day, weeks before Baby Bug was born. Remember those days? The days before screaming….
It was so nice. But I did sort of miss the screaming after a while.
Footnote: It should be noted that Baby Bug probably screams more than Super Chic… just so you know I’m not painting the picture unfairly.
