...And Then There Were 4: March 2009

3/29/2009

Jealous?

Arrrrrrr. What goes there!?
Whales?

Why No. No, it's not.
Why it's our good friends Shauna and Justin.
Poor saps.
They lost their lunch. x37

But our vommitous voyage was not in vain!
We saw a bunch of Humpback Whales.
And then I hit the deck.

3/25/2009

Lucas doesn't like it when I say things like:
"Guess what everyone! He passed his English and Math CLEP exams so he can earn his Associates Degree!!!"
Yeah, so I won't say that.
He also doesn't like it when I say things like:
"He did all that in the midst of his break-neck pace German courses and exams."
OR
"He's pretty much the top student in his German class.
Yup, he is."
OR
"He's studying German at the Defense Language Institute...which pretty much kicks the trash of the MTC."
(With all due respect of course. 'Cause he would NEVER!
Okay...I'll go repent now)
OR
"I'm so proud of him!"
I just wanted to NOT share that with everyone.
Anywayz... that's all.
Oh yeah. I forgot. He is FREAKIN'
HILARIOUS!!!!
And he's MINE ....AAAALL MINE

This is how he decided to burst through the door of another language course going on...

Nice Tighty-whities, honey! You're saggin' a little on the right tho. I'm preeeeeeetty sure your butt cheeks don't look like THAT.

P.S. "Lucas" isn't really his name...FYI....smth my lil' sis started calling him bc she thought "Luke" was "too short." Just in case you were thinking to yourselves, "I didn't know she married a Latino."

...

Yes, these are the same children.

NOT aliens from the planet

Glorebeegimmesomeicecreamerilleaturface

But SRSLY! How fun would that be to have 2 little aliens running around. You could make 'em pluck ur eyebrows 'n stuf.

3/23/2009

Tennis

So we played tennis for the first time since having kiddaroos!
Yes, I know. Waaaaaaaaay too long.
Excuse #1 - No rackets. Too expensive. That is UNTIL...
one of my infamous Target escapades whereupon I discovered our $30 rackets for $4!!!
don't be hatin'
Excuse #2 - No easily accessible courts (that's what we told ourselves so we could continue being lazy)
Excuse #3 - Kids
Then we found THIS court! A single, fenced-in court nestled amidst a playground-park!!! The kids loved it and so did we. They're DEF going to be the next Tiger Woods-es ...of tennis

Daddy's Ace Tennis Ball Getter

Tiger

And Pullin' up the rear, our little explorer.
She played with cans, leaves, rocks, and paint chips the entire time.
Does that mean anything?

When you have no hair...

It's NOT a brush!
It's a microphone!

ahhhh shucks!

Good Bye, Ol' Friend!

Though we've only known eachother for 9 months, I will miss your glorious hot pink ribbons draped over my shoulder and the perfect size-ology of your pockets de interior.
I will miss your white-picketfence-esque exterior pockets of 2 for my coupon obsessions and planner-oh-so-blue.
Your outer side pockets that held my keys so faithfully, but still I felt the need to ask "but where are my keys?" and search all other 8 FIRST...EVERYTIME!
Silly pockets!
Oh your vinyl-lined interior was such perfection for me...because I AM Queen Spillsalot.
I loved that you were a DIAPER BAG but looked like such a big trendy purse. No one knew. Except a select few...and for that I thank you!
For that was one of my biggest hangups about becoming a mommy.
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
And because I lazed about, neglecting your bath to get that dreadful mysterious stain of grossness off of your white-picket-fence, you betray me.
I placed you near the shower because I was going to bathe you!
Right after my tasks....
and LOST...
and my bag o' popcorn...
and bag of Sweedish Fish...
and my naked run through the zoo...
NOT because I thought it was okay that you become a chia-pet for mold overnight!
You know what this means?
No, you obvsly don't.
This means I have to cut you up and use you for parts. (sigh!)
Yes, and the rest will be talking to the raccoons.
Goodbye ol' girl! You were good to me!

p.s. I don't run naked...
p.p.s. I don't run through zoos. You can get in to trouble

3/10/2009

Pfeiffer Beach

AKA: Purple Sand Beach.

Saturday was the first day in possibly weeks, that Luke has been home, it hasn't been freezing and rainy and dreary and we've not had to-dos.
YIPPEEEEEE!
So, we headed down to Big Sur and checked out the famous violet sands that come from manganese garnet particles...
hmmm, sounds like some fancyshmancy stone...
maybe I could find one and use it for my missing ring. (sigh)
Don't mind me, I'll be digging.

Along the way

This isn't my daughter.
No. No it's not.
Poor boy.
It was SO windy and cold!
Like a mermaid, I would love to come back and play in the purpley sand when it's hot...