So Cal

Jon had a conference at the Hotel Del Coronado is San Diego. In usual fashion, I said, "You ain't leavin' me behind.....or for that matter, the three munchkins." So, a trip to Disneyland was in order (I forgot my camera at the hotel....oops!), a few days at the Del, Ph's 1st birthday, a great night and morning with old friends, and a quick stop back at Grandma Jane's to break up the drive home and say a quick hello to some of the Clovis contingency. It was a fun week, but 4 different beds in 5 nights is a little harrowing with 3 kidlets. Some of the highlights included the new Children's Museum in San Diego. I wish we could just move in . . . Port-a-Party (port-a-potty turned into a miniature disco room), Pillow Fight Room---with silk-screened pillows that look like real tires, making "flowers" out of junk toys, tent city, painting a real VW BUg, ahhhh....maybe we need to move to SD.

Shenanigans

After the Valentine Party had ended, we couldn't find Esther and her compadre, C. After a quick and fruitless search, we checked the van. They had locked themselves inside and obliterated one of my favorite MAC lipsticks. Shucks. But they were pretty cute and totally excited.

Valentine Cafe---Feb 14, 2009

We

We decided to be festive at the last minute. We invited neighbors and friends for heart-shaped lunches. Dad were the waiters and kids picked off a menu! (Let's not get too excited: heart-shaped jam sandwiches, heart-shaped turkey slices, fruit cups, sparkly juice, and cupcakes.) Jon's mustache was a nice touch. My thrift-store Square Dancing blouse came in handy for the 2nd time in my life. I knew it was worth it! My pink and red striped socks also got their cost-per-wearing down. It was a fun celebration.

A Little Monday Inspiration

My Jonnie gave me his alarm clock yesterday after I threatened to buy my own . . . my cell phone chime isn't cutting it these days. [Jon is an anti-consumer. I own a shop full of whimsical nothings and everythings that appeal to the consumer in some of us. But that's beside the point. If I really want something he has, I just threaten to buy my own. Then it's mine.] He set the alarm to 6:00. Yep. And so, post-snoozes at 6:30, I got up and got my "magic" shoes on (thanks for the memories, beccalecca). Hit the treadmill. What the? It seems too good to be true? Or is it your daily routine already? Well, it hasn't been mine. I have settled into the fog of not exercising regularly since my Phoeberoni-and-What-Not was born, yes, 18 days shy of a year ago.

To make it even better, I read the Ensign. And even more amazingly, I wasn't bored. I totally enjoyed it. And here's a little tid-bit I re-came across, even for you who have or want nothing to do with my religion:

COME WHAT MAY, AND LOVE IT!

If you click on the link, you'll get the full text of what I'm talking about. If you don't click on the link, you've still got a motivational motto for your Monday. I've already said it about 7 times to myself this morning, and it's kind of working.


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