Mama told me there'd be days like this...

Tonight I had dinner with my dad. Its weird to think about how far things have come because never in a million years would I have imagine having this conversation:

Carlene: How's Uncle?
Dad: He's good. I have to get him some Viagra!! *laughs*
Carlene: Ehhhh...
Me: Um...GROSS!!!

Call me silly. Call me immature. But I don't like to think of *that*. I'm not even going to type it out because that would involve thinking about *that*.

Ew.

Dinner tonight was at Black Angus which is from what I'm learning from my cousin, a favorite amongst my dad, aunt, and uncle. Ironically enough though, this was my first time there. It was ok. Nothing interesting I can really yelp about. But once we sat at the table, my dad was a pro at ordering and after a while asked why he wasn't getting any bread because he loves the bread. And there I am wondering why in my 26 years is this my first time at the Black Angus because here is my dad and he's completely enamored with the place. I've grown accustomed to going to places he aways enjoyed...

For example:
Me: Hi dad! Where do you want to go to dinner?
Dad: Oh... I don't know. You pick!
Me: Hmmmm... Cheesecake Factory? Mi Piace??
Dad: That's too far. How about Benihana's?

See. I'm assuming its because while growing up in San Dimas, the Sizzer was the place to be and my Nanang constantly walked out of the restaurant with her purse full of cheesebread.

Speaking of food and Nanang, have I ever tell you (wrote) about how whenever we had JR say blessing during holiday dinners, he would say something to the extent of "we are all grateful to be together, especially since this could be Nanang's last Christmas/Thanksgiving/Easter/etc" and he had said it pretty consistently for 10 years while in the presence of my grandmother. Initially we were all pretty shocked that he would say it let alone think such morbid thoughts. She was just "old." We later just learn to look at him lovingly over the table and think "Riiiiiiight. She'll outlive us all!" Turns out he was right eventually.

Nothing that had to do with the original contents of the post, but just came into my head randomly. :)

Anyways, when I got home from work today, I found my mom had purchased some new dog clothes. While I admit that yes, I do like do dress up my dogs because they're darn right adorable... my mom went a little bit overboard when I found Sonnybear...

Its an outfit consisted of a jacket, little bootie shoes, and a hat. I believe somewhere there's a little doggie snowman missing a hat somewhere because unless he's going for a old school (I refuse to spell school "skool" when placed after that adjective because that just annoys me.) Flava Flav sans the clock necklace.












In the last picture I refuse to believe those are tears because in all honesty, I'd be crying if that were me.