Do you ever just get stuck in your life routine that you feel like you have no control over it? I feel like I’m stuck on a carousel right now. It’s going ’round and ’round and I just want to jump off and redo this whole thing. Being a grown up and having responsibilities is tough sometimes. I just want to hit the “Pause” button so I can get a breather or two. But on we go…going, going until we can step into paradise. I’m waiting patiently..
Ok, so you are here for stories and pictures. Let me get back down to business. I took a few weeks off from story time cuz..well, life. I got a few posts planned before heading out for vacation later this week. So sit tight ..and..here..we…go!
So after my previous post in So Cal our stay was coming to an end. Before V and Dom headed back home the next day the
four five of us headed out to unwind. The whole ordeal with grandma was overwhelming. We headed to Super Taco to stuff ourselves ridiculously with giant size burritos with chile rellenos squeezed up in that mess. When Monique and I were younger my grandpa would take us and g’ma there after field service. After watching him order it several times with two chile rellenos, it immediately became a go to place for us. After we ate the burritos in my grandpa’s twin cab truck the four of us would lean on our sides trying to gasp for air. I miss those days. So in honor of that memory we gorged on our burritos like our life was ending in two seconds. Despues we headed over to Master’s Donuts for So Cal’s amazing doughnuts. I love and miss those things like no ones business. I may have cried a few times while devouring my old fashion. We strolled on the beach for an hour taking pictures and getting a whiff of that salty Pacific air.
A day later my parents came back to Oxnard to pick me and Monique up and take us for a short layover in Vegas. Cuz buying a plane ticket last minute out of LAX was bonkers in your mouth crazy high. Our last night in Oxnard we made plans to hang out with Darlene and Vero or aka “Que Haces?” Our stop? The one and only Toppers Pizza Place. That pizza place is the stuff, yo! I worked there for three years before moving to Vegas. I consumed mass quantities of pizza, sandwhiches and salads from that place. I literally could drink up the ranch dressing. After Que Haces and Dar both told me that I missed out on “before the party” jaeger bombs we got our pizza on. The last time I was on the west coast I was sick with a weird virus/dumb asthma I couldn’t eat anything that I wanted. So this time there was no holding back. I ordered a small Chicken Ranch Dijon pizza, a small salad with a generous helping of ranch dressing and a veggie sandwich. I did my best to eat all that mess but my stomach has boundaries. lol! (and nope it wasn’t paleo).
Side note, after Darlene compared her packed out large salad to my packed out little salad she took her dirty hands and smashed my salad ALL.THE.WAY.DOWN. Who does that? ewww!! No, please don’t do that again. I’ll cut anyone touching my food.
The next day before we headed back home we made a visit to my Uncle and Aunt’s house before hitting the road. I want to take this time to write how I appreciative I am of my Uncle Henry and Aunt Luz. All of the family is spread out across cities and states from Hawaii to North Carolina. We try the best we can in each of our situations to care for the grandparents. All the siblings (my mom, aunts, and uncles), cousins, seconds cousins, in-laws. We care for the grandparents with so much love. Our history is rich with family bonds. The amount of work it goes into caring my sick grandparents is a lot of work. Seeing first hand how my aunt helps my grandma daily to bathe, eat, get ready is beyond loving. I was touched and made sure that I told her before leaving how much I appreciate the effort she makes. Thank you, Aunt Luz and Uncle Henry.