She Get It From Her Mama
What a weekend! I had an absolutely fabulous time with MamaJ this weekend! I have so much to share that I will try to sum it up as simply as I can. As you may have assumed from my weekend hiatus, MamaJ influences me in many ways. Computers are forgotten, life is lived with ease and pleasure, and fun is had by all. This post also will prove…”where she get her appetite from? She get it from her Mama.”
The day started beautifully and chock full of health. I had my very first stovetop rolled oatmeal. Please, stop using the microwave. This is the only way to do it to get creamy, dreamy oats:
A workout and some errands later, lunch was light and refreshing:
If you haven’t combined cucumber and watermelon, I recommend doing so. They are both so watery and yummy that they partner well.
For Friday’s afternoon hours, I went to the library to do some magazine research. Note to self: if you want to avoid feeling lonely, depressed and anxious, DO NOT go to the library on a Friday between the hours of 4 and 6 p.m.
That night I met up with Muffin and our friends for dinner. MamaJ was soon to be in town, and eating this helped distract me from checking my phone to see whether she was here:
In all honesty, I can’t remember everything that was on the pizza! Here goes: marinara, greens, CAPERS, onions and too much cheese. I picked off most of the cheese. It reminded me of gummy snot or something. No thanks.
8:30 p.m. hit and MamaJ was in town! We changed for the night and showed Athens what’s up. Out of courtesy and love for my mommy, I am not going to share the amazing pictures I snapped of her. This was my response to most of what I saw:
Friday night we came home, snacked on Fig Newmans and Honey Wheat Mini Pretzels and cuddled until we passed out fell asleep like angels.
We awoke feeling as spry as ever and made our way to The Village Bakery for breakfast. I was baffled as to what I wanted. Eggs? Nah. Bagel? Nah. Pastry? Nah. The best homemade wheat bread ever with the best rasperry homemade jam ever? Absolutely:
MamaJ and I went back to my house for a while to recharge. We watched The Real Housewives of NYC and prepped for the rest of our day. I just wanted to sleep…
…But I had a gig! At 4 p.m. I sang with the lovely ladies that comprise our a capella group, the Tempo Tantrums:
We sang for the mommies of choir singers, and it was a joyous time. I really turn into a freak on-stage. I just smile and get so into it it’s embarassing. Diva may be the right word.
MamaJ and I were ravenous when we finally got out of the auditorium building at 5-something. For some Italian loving, we strolled into Stephen’s, one of the few elegant restaurants uptown. To start, we had Tucan White Bean Soup:
A “flatbread” was also had. This could have been better, but I still ate some:
For an entree, I selected the Mediterranean Shrimp with penne. I’m not sure why, but the shrimp tasted like plastic, and the sauce was more brothy than anything. Thankfully, the feta and kalamata olives made up for the aforementioned disappointing flavors. It looked pretty, too:
Now that I look back on our experience at Stephen’s, I realize it wasn’t all that great. MamaJ had to send back her first dish because it was too lemony and I found my entree unimpressive. Of course, that didn’t stop me from leaving with a food baby in my tum.
We walked back to my house, cuddled some more on the couch and then headed back uptown to the student center for gig number 2 of the day. It was even better than the first.
Speaking of number 2, the toilet in my house was clogged for the first time ever, thus creating a mini-fiasco. What would I do without MamaJ to save me and buy a plunger for the house?
Eventually, MamaJ and I got ready for another night out. We hit the town with Muffin and MisterMan and had another crazy night. The goal for the night was to get a mom to hit on MisterMan. Unfortunately (or fortunately), we weren’t so lucky to be entertained by another mother trying to relive her glory days with my man. We did, however, see some really sad things like a girl being dragged out of the bar with her eyes rolling back in her head. Know your limits, people. Clearly, we bounced back from anything horrifying:
At 1 a.m., we all looked at each other, decided we were tired and returned to our homes. When we got back to my abode and changed into our jammies, this conversation was had:
-MamaJ: I’m hungry.
-Me: Do you want some pretzels and hummus, maybe?
-MamaJ: No, I want pizza!
Never have I ever ordered pizza at 1:30 in the morning. The thought of it has always seemed too naughty for me. I had to listen to my mama, though, right? I dialed Avalanche Pizza’s number (they win pizza competitions all the time in Italy and have been featured on Food Network), placed an order and waited. At 2 a.m., this puppy arrived:
On the pizza: marinara, artichoke hearts, whole garlic cloves, tomatoes, roasted red pepper, onion and pesto. Holy monkeys this was amazing! I won’t tell you exactly how much I ate, but I would FOURgive you if you thought I only had one piece. With warm, happy bellies, MamaJ and I fell into a slumber at 2:30 a.m.
We started slowly on Sunday. I woke up sad that MamaJ was leaving and that I had to return to normalcy. I also knew I had a ton of work to do that day, and all I wanted to do, again, was sleep and hang out with my mommy. For a couple hours we watched t.v., including the enthralling tale of The Rise and Fall of Danity Kane. Prior to viewing, I had not known Danity Kane had experienced either of those.
Leaving the house at 1 p.m., we went to Bob’s Heaven for brunch. This was the hot spot for everyone to go with their mums, and we waited an hour to be seated. Needless to say, I was ready to eat an arm when I sat down. I devoured my Fit From the Farm breakfast in no time:
The only thing left on the plate was some yogurt. I love me some Bob’s sometimes 🙂 MamaJ treated me to groceries after brunch/lunch, and then she packed while I unpacked my groceries. I seriously almost bawled when she left. I don’t know why it was so hard for me, but I could not get over it.
I got hopping on homework when she left. It was basically a lot of background research of The New Yorker and its reader demographics. I had a snacklette to stable myself:
I got Naturally More peanut butter at Wal-Mart, which I’ve had before. I love how creamy and sweet it is! Does anyone know whether you’re supposed to refrigerate it? I have no clue.
I did more work before having a salad for dinner:
I jetted off to practice as soon as I finished the salad, which is sitting atop notes from an interview. Practice was from 8:30-10, and MisterMan picked me up. We chilled for a bit, I fed him the pizza leftovers (I ate a crust or two) and then I panicked about my homework.
I stayed up waaayyy too late last night (late night snacks: wasa crackers with hummus, 1 Ginger-o), got less than 4 hours of sleep and now shall start a long day of classes: 9-11, 1-3, 3-5, 5-7 and practice 8:30-10 p.m. Caffeine will be permanantly attached to my hand. I need an IV drip.
Alright lovepies, I have to catch up on all your lives still! I’ve missed you so! I hope you’ve had lovely weekends and I wish you a fab start to the week 🙂 Much love.
Ciao for now,
P.S. Thank you for the mango help! I bought two more for the week, so we’ll see how that goes.
Question: Is your behavior influenced when you’re around your parents?
I’d say I’m just more relaxed with MamaJ around. I think I laugh a lot more, too. Oh, and eat more carbs when she’s around. Love it! And LOVE YOU MOMMY!
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