Meatballs and Pink Lemonade

Well, this afternoon I've realized I've come full circle. After happily hearing that I found a new job, I got up and cleaned my sink-full of dishes. I was depressed since I was supposed to have begun my new job with a brand new company two months ago. They've changed the starting date several times and once again, today, I was informed they've changed it one more time to a later date. Anyway, I am happy about my new job offer and will be happily employed soon. (Cheer)

For lunch, I made "meatballs", rather flat meatballs, called "hamburger patties" and lemonade. I'm not really lying as my title implied but the reason I find this so amazing is because when I was little, my mother would often make us lemonade and my father's favorite meal was meatballs with lemonade.The whole family enjoyed this meal a lot. Even more amazing is that I actually recall this memory from the few I recollect of my mother, father, sisters, and brother together. My mother died when I was four and I really do not remember much of anything else.

I found it odd that today, I realized that I'm in a way coming around full circle. I just now need a few children around a dining room table with a husband demanding to be served. I do not think I'll be carrying that tradition on after all we all have hands and feet (Unlike meatballs).