Today is the start of my “weekend”. I have today and tomorrow off which is kinda odd to me but I’m enjoying thus far. When my mom and I need to run any sort of errand we usually ask if the other would like to come. I had plans to go pick up two different Christmas gifts this afternoon and asked if she wanted to come along. We drove in my car which was different. I don’t know why we never take my car other than hers is a lot newer and usually clearer than mine. It was also nice because I got to control the music instead of listening to talk radio (you never would of guessed my mom is a Dr. Laura type of women). She enjoyed my music while we search for this long lost Starbucks we called ahead to for mugs (the brown mug story will be saved for a later time). Then we headed down to a mall I thought was the one with a certain store (I’m being so vague because its a present for Jace and I believe if I say more it will ruin it) was in. There’s a collection of malls in San Diego county all called “Westfield Shopping Town”. Well this is a WST mall, but the wrong one. We walked around looking at different gift ideas for our family and my friends. On our way out we stopped by our traditional place of eating out: Hot Dog on a Stick. My mom always thought I should get a job there. I reminded her of the bright uniforms. We were out past where my brother and Dad work (my dad works for a nursery and my brother is a computer tech) and decided to stop by and say hi. My dad has worked for another nursery for nearly all my of life and few years ago made the switch to this new company which he’s been very happy in. So it was my first time to this nursery but looked a lot like the old one to me. I slipped the old company’s name once in his office when I probably shouldn’t have being that they are competers in a way. My brother’s office shares a wall with my dad’s, which I just kinda had to smile at when my dad told me he just taps on the wall to get my brother’s attention. Knowing my brother I’m sure he loves that. My brother’s office Id more so call a closet.He cant even shut his door its just piles of computer stuff everywhere. I told my brother I need to come in a decorate so it looks like an office more than a closet. He said he has a comic on the wall, that’s enough decoration. Ive never had an office, so maybe I don’t understand, but Id need a big more personality than he does. After an office tour and meeting people who told me they’ve hear so much about me, my dad took my mom and I down to see the new poinsettias in bloom. We walked into the green house and my mom says “I love this smell” I breathed in deep and said “It seems like dirt.” My parents are plant people to the core. They worked at a local nursery where they met and feel in love. They’ve always bought houses that are in great need of a re-landscape and they are just the people to do it. It amazes me that they keep up with it all and have never had a gardener. I apparently didn’t get the green thumb gene because Ive killed every plant my dad has brought home to me. So when we were driving through the greenhouses and I asked for a plant in my room I wasn’t surprise by the “why so you can kill it?” comment. After off roading through greenhouse we drove to another facility my dad called “the mudhouse”. This warehouse sort of a place is where they store and makes pots for the plants. It wasn’t what I planned on spending my afternoon off doing but it was neat spending time with my family in a way I haven’t done in years.