Thursday, July 29, 2010

We'll do just about anything for free chicken

On July 3, Chic-fil-a was giving out free spicy chicken sandwhiches to anyone who came to the store wearing red, white and blue. So poor Andrew and Andy had to suffer at my hands and be trousled up for the occassion.

On the way out the door, Andrew's dad called to hang out with us. I asked what he was wearing.

"A white shirt with stripes. Why?"

"What color are the stripes?"

"Blue."

Close enough. We grabbed a red hat from Andrew's collection to finish off Pop's outfit, and away we went. We arrived at Chic-fil-a in the POURING rain. We rushed in, and I realized that I had forgotten my camera in the car. My hero of a husband took the umbrella to run back out to the car to fetch my camera. He found two older ladies wondering how to make it to their car without getting drenched, so he escorted them to their car as well. By the time he got back, Andy had a dirty diaper, and you can guess where the diaper bag was! One last trip to the car, and by the time he got back, of course it stopped raining. :)

Through all that, they gave us FREE chicken sandwhiches. Andy wasn't so sure about the huge cow, but all in all, we had a great time.



Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Proud Daughter-in-law

My father-in-law, affectionataly known as "Pop," was chosen as an exhibitor at the Houston Center for Photography's showcase of photography. Only 36 photographers were chosen from around the U.S. We attended the open house on Friday night. I am so proud of him!

Not only that, but the Houston Chronicle wrote an article about him on one of their blogs:

www.ultimatefortbend.com/2010/07/he-lost-his-sight-not-his-photography-skills

Friday, July 2, 2010

Loved Ones


Today, my grandmother, affectionately known as Momo, would have been 90 years old. She was born in 1920, my dad in 1960, and I in 1980. I wanted to have a kid in 2010 to keep up the tradition, but that, my friends, is not going to happen. Andy was just shy of that mark in 2009, so I'll take what I can get.

My grandmother passed away 2 years ago. It's amazing that time has flown by so fast. When I drive near her house, I still start to think I should stop by before I remember that she's not there, sitting on her couch, reading her devotional books. She loved Jesus, and because her relationship with Him was different from mine, she taught me to see Him through different lenses.

My earliest childhood memories of her involved this cabinet in her kitchen that was chock full of junk food. My grandfather owned a grocery store (Hajdik's Food Market in Rosenberg), so he would just bring stuff home from the store. I wasn't allowed to have much junk food, so when I went over there, I got a little out of control. I specifically remember eating all the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms and trying to figure out what to do with the cereal part. I also remember picking out the dark chocolate from the bag of Hershy's Minatures. I remember the smell of that house, and Momo smelling like Noxema, although I didn't know what it was at the time.

As everything in my life seems to revolve around food, another childhood memory involves her throwing a bunch of those marshmallow Easter eggs into the yard for us to go on an Easter egg hunt. We had a lot of fun chasing down those nasty candy eggs!


One Christmas, she called me back into her room and pulled a Cabbage Patch doll out of the closet to give to me. I learned how to french braid on that poor doll's hair!

Momo was quick to smile and laugh, and I would sit on the couch with her in her little garage apartment to catch up on life. She was always telling me that I had slimmed up because I was "such a fat little kid." I don't remember being a fat little kid, but whatever. :)


Probably my favorite memory of her is the day she came to our house to show me how to make kolaches. She started pouring and mixing, and I had to hold a measuring cup between her pour and the bowl to catch how much flour it was supposed to be. She said the same thing my dad always said when asked about recipes, "You know, a little of this, and a little of that." She didn't really know what she did, but those kolaches were fabulous. I did my best to write down the recipe. I haven't make kolaches in awhile, but I am making her famous blueberry banana cream pie for July 4th. I can say it's much easier to make than the kolaches.

Momo gave us a good scare with her heart in 1999, and I actually spent the turn of the century with her in her hospital room. I will never forget watching the TV with all the celebrations for 2000 with her.


She was constantly trying to convert me to Catholocism, and if I was in town and able to take off, I would take her to Good Friday mass at Holy Rosary. I remember her trying to tell me what to do at each part of the mass and her being shocked that I already knew the prayers. I don't know what she thought my dad did with me every other Sunday during my childhood, but I guess she figured out that I wasn't a total heathen.

Another hospital memory was a few weeks before she passed away. I had come to visit her right after work and running, and I was starving. I ate a bag of cheetos on the way to her room, and I wasn't quite finished yet. She wasn't allowed to have outside food, but she talked me into giving her a few of my cheetos. Her eyes dancing with the mischief, she would make me put them away quickly when the nurse came in. As soon as she left, Momo told me "just one more." We had so much fun sneaking those chips together. For heaven's sake, let the dying woman eat some chips if she wants!


At her funeral, more than one person commented how how much I look like her. I'm so thankful for that. Andrew teases me about my "Momo moments," like the "Yikes Face" (my dad and brother also have the Yikes Face). I'll have to show it to you sometime.


I miss my precious grandmother and friend very much. I am thankful for the time I had with her, especially when we knew the end was coming. I had just been laid off from Cheniere, so I had the time to visit her. Those are days I wouldn't trade for anything.


Thank you, precious Momo, for raising an incredible son I was able to call "Dad." Thank you for investing in my life and giving so many people joy. You are truly a loved one.