Chip is in town only until Friday when he goes back down to San Diego for school so I’ve been cognizant of the passing time and trying to book as much sibling/family time as possible. Hence, paintballing last Saturday and a homemade dinner at my apartment on Monday night.
I thought we were supposed to have a family dinner night tonight at Hakka Restaurant in the Outer Richmond. We’ve been there a few times and it’s always had delicious Chinese food. Chip asked whether I was free Wednesday night a few days ago and I thought plans were set.
So when I texted him this afternoon confirming that he was still going to pick me up, I was surprised when he texted back,
Chip: “Nope, not coming to pick you up. Dad bailed on dinner tonight.”
“Why?! I’m going to have to have dinner all by myself because Michael is at Spanish class! Tonight was perfect.”
Chip: “Well, Dad said we should go only when Michael is free.”
“I thought it was a family dinner. Michael isn’t family. I want to go to dinner.” *Giant pout*
M loved it when I told him of this exchange. I’m not quite sure whether I’ve ever covered on this blog that horrendous night when M “met the parents” at my house Fall of 2009. It really was just “meet the dad,” but wow, it was bad. Won’t go into it now, I think M has earned the privilege of that story. Anyway, suffice it to say that having my dad include M as part of the family is quite something.
Anyway, to cut the rambling, since I wasn’t being treated out to dinner, I had to come home and cook for myself. Question: why do all of my “scrambles” turn out looking like barf? I put peas in my half tofu/egg scramble to brighten it up, but the peas just ended up looking like little troll eyes. Meh. I ate it anyway.
Sure wasn’t yummy Chinese food though.
Maybe I’ll go bounce on my exercise ball now.
Posted by Jennifer K. on March 23, 2011
I ran into one of my sorority sisters at the Westfield shopping center downtown SF about two weekends ago. Amy was temp’ing at Nordstrom and I had brought M’s watch, my Christmas present to him, in to get sized. Such a surprise running into Amy since I hadn’t seen her in about two years. She’s a year younger than me, but we were both Chi Omegas at UCLA.
We got to talking – she told me about how she volunteered in Tanzania last year, I told her about moving in with M – and soon enough, she mentioned that she was looking for another job. It just so happened that I was looking for someone to support me and help out with my project at my litigation consulting company. We brought Amy in for interviews last week.
Today was her first day.
Despite what you may think about sororities, having “sisters” really can help you out. I loved Chi Omega by the way. The most well-rounded, involved, and real sorority at UCLA hands-down. Full of pretty girls too . I’m just happy we had the luck to run into each other at the right time.
So Amy is super excited. I am super excited at reconnecting with her and being able to help her land her first “real” job.
If this post is all about work and sororities, then why am I showing you pictures of food?
Because M secretly stocked the apartment with groceries and snacks to hold me over while he’s in Seattle and Tahoe for the next four days. I used those groceries to whip up a quick veggie-filled scramble with a side of baguette. Lucky me. I was already asleep (probably tired out by my 2.3 mile run) when he came home bearing gifts last night so I woke up to vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge, a fresh baguette in the cupboard, and a whole package of Fig Newtons on top of the fridge. I love Fig Newtons.
He probably feels guilty because not only was I disinvited to the Tahoe ski trip when it turned into a “Boy’s Trip” for him and Sean, but he also is going to be leaving me alone all Valentine’s Day weekend because he’ll be living it up on the powdery slopes. Not ok.
When guilt stocks my fridge with non-fat plain yogurt, salty chocolate-covered pretzels rings, high-pulp orange juice, and organic apples, I might find a bit of forgiveness in my heart. I also have images of M floundering around on his snowboard and face-planting into snow banks to comfort me. Ex-Ranger M may be, but good snowboarder he is not.
Posted by Jennifer K. on February 10, 2011