Vacations are awesome aren’t they? Then you have to come back home, back to reality. You spent weeks sometimes months planning for the big trip and counting down to the big day. Even packing can be fun. Actually I think sometimes the planning is one of the best parts. Once you arrive at your destination the countdown to when it’ll all be over begins. Somehow your blissful, calorie filled days become clouded with trying to squeeze it all in before you have to go back home. Once back at home your luggage may sit for a day or two before you have the heart or energy to unpack and take care of your dirty laundry. I guess the challenge is to find fun and be content wherever you are. Outside of the traveling from point A to B, sightseeing, and local cuisine, vacations are really a state of mind. I’m working very hard on taking up residence in that state.
A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you’ve been taking. — Earl Wilson
That being said, my family is a hoot. We knew going in that our days were going to be filled with goo gobs of calories, little or no exercise, and little or no sleep. That’s pretty much how we roll when we get together. Our vacation began with the Mr. and I missing our flight. Seems that the TSA and AirTran are sticklers about checking in your luggage at least 45 minutes before departure. When we got to the airport it was 30 minutes prior. Oh well, we only live 20 minutes from the airport so we checked our bags and headed back home to wait for about an hour and a half. You can bet we were there in plenty of time for the newly booked flight. Atlanta Hartsfield Airport is a zoo, Atlanta traffic is a nightmare, luckily we survived both.
Our son and daughter in law (Casey and LaShone) were waiting on the porch for us as we passed their house because I didn’t recognize it. I had been there before, the Mr. hadn’t. As we walked into Antartica their home, we literally tossed the bags into our room and took off for dinner. Thank goodness our daughter in law drove. I love my son to pieces but he can’t drive a lick! Dinner at Longhorns was great, I had a lovely salad. That was probably the last healthy thing I ate for the rest of our stay. We were the first to arrive, the rest of the fam arrived on day two, and what a day it was. I got up at 8:45am to go with my daughter in law to pick up Samara (oldest daughter) at the airport. Seems there was a slight snafu and I, being the all or nothing Mommy that I am volunteered to brave Saturday morning Atlanta traffic and go and get my baby. Let me tell you I was a nervous wreck and only made one wrong turn. With my little girl in tow we headed back to the ice box. This time the Mr., our son, daughter in law and a family friend were waiting on the porch for us. Waiting on the porch was becoming a theme. After a quick lunch, we set off for the grocery store. Mom and dad had to buy groceries because it was time to get our grub on!
Hail, hail the gangs not all here yet, but they’re on the way. The humongous chocolate cake is required dessert anytime we get together. However, by order of my children, their children and any of their future children, I can’t divulge the recipe. And because I want to retain my Mother of the Century status, I will comply. You all are very accomplished foodies and I know you can whip up a 14” chocolate cake, find a silky smooth chocolate truffle recipe to use as a filling, and generously slather the entire creation in rich chocolate frosting. Now this is a serious cake!
This is the aftermath!!