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April 16, 2007

I Dreamed a Dream

My sleep last night was fraught with dreams. One in particular calls for suggestions as to the appropriate interpretation.

Steve and I were out socializing at a few different bars. A pub crawl, if you will. (I know. Crazy right from the start.) After several bars, Steve got really drunk. (I remained relatively sober - again with the crazy twist - it's usually the other way around.) With Steve suffering from his inebriation, and possibly a contact high from one of the bars, I started trying to get him home.

On our way, we had to go through a restaurant that, while fancy and hoity-toity, had crayons on the tables. As we started to go through, Steve began grabbing the crayons and silverware off the tables, much to the other patrons' displeasure. The restaurant was connected at the back to a toy store which we also had to get through. As we progressed through the restaurant and the toy store, Steve literally devolved into a 6-year-old having a tantrum when I took away the crayons and toys that he had grabbed.

I was left trying to get a whiny, difficult-to-handle boy through the store to our house.

When I told Steve about it this morning, he asked if I at least let him keep some of the toys. When I said "no", he jokingly called me a b-b-b-b-----bad word.

So tell me, folks. What does this crazy dream really mean? Oh yeah.

April 12, 2007

Battle of the Bulk

You know how, when you go to pick out a Christmas tree, the 9-foot specimen in the lot or field looks a little small? You've brought your measuring tape, so you know it's bordering on being too big for your home, but somehow it still looks short. Then you get it into your house and release the branches and it seems to take up a good 25% of the room.

That's what it's like at Costco. Steve and I have learned to avoid the 2-pack of 96-ounce ketchup bottles, because, really, there is no way 2 people can go through that much ketchup in a lifetime. And I have told Steve never to let me buy 5 pounds of kiwis again. I love kiwis, but seriously. But sometimes we still get suckered.

On our last trip, Steve again pointed out the containers of coconut macaroons. There they were, little containers piled up 4-feet high, surrounded by the warehouse store pallets. They had been there on our previous few trips, but I had managed to resist. I LOVE a good coconut macaroon, especially those covered with chocolate.

The bite-sized macaroons at Costco were not chocolate-covered but that is easily fixed with a few chocolate chips and some double-boiling. So, finally my resolve waivered and I tossed a tray in the cart.

It wasn't until we got the container home to our kitchen that I realized just what a ridiculous number of coconut macaroons we had. What looked like a reasonable purchase at Costco, a number of macaroons that we could get through in a week, was suddenly taking up an excessive amount of real estate on our kitchen counter. Suddenly we have macaroons to last well into summer. Fortunately, we still have chocolate chips from another bulk shopping trip. . .

April 07, 2007

Family Vacation

Steve and I headed down to southern California last weekend for a long overdue visit with some friends and with my grandfather. We had been talking about taking this trip for several months but had never quite managed to plan it; trying to coordinate a visit with several parties can present logistical challenges. But my parents were headed out to visit with my grandfather and house sit for my godparents for a couple of weeks. Steve and I planned our visit for the halfway point of their visit. My grandfather is 90 years old and a fairly conservative German patriarch. He and my mom don't always see eye-to-eye, but let's face it. He's 90. He's not going to change and why force the issue.

So, down we headed Thursday morning to insert ourselves in the middle of the ring between rounds. We spent Thursday and Friday in Santa Barbara visiting the fam. It was absolutely gorgeous. I even got to wear a sundress for the first time this year. Up in the Bay Area it's gotten cold again at night and I've had to pull an extra fleece blanket over me. The cats love this, of course, and I'm covered by them all night.

Anyway, we had a very pleasant visit, but my grandfather does seem to get tired more easily now. The last time we visited a year and a half ago, we were able to spend an entire day with him and even went to a museum. This time he was really only good for about a half a day and then needed to go home and rest. But again, he is 90 so what am I expecting? Steve and I are hoping to visit him again early next year.

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We left Santa Barbara Friday evening and headed to "The Land". Disneyland, that is. This was Steve's "reward". He loves Disneyland and I know he wishes we could go more often. I enjoy it, but think once every year or two is plenty. Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't even consider this trip at this time of year. Our Disneyland-vacation-season runs October through February. But this trip was scheduled to coincide with my parents visit, so here we were at the end of March, with the 2 most popular spring break weeks surrounding our weekend, venturing in amongst the teeming masses.

It wasn't TOO bad (I would NEVER consider a day at Disneyland in, say, June) but it was much more crowded than we would've like. The Fastpasses for Space Mountain were "sold out" by 1:00; the ticket we got at noon was for a ride at 8:30 that night. Even the line for the newly renovated Pirates of the Caribbean was insane. I don't think it's been that long since the ride first opened. But now it's the Captain Jack Sparrow ride.

In fact, the entire park seems to be taking on a distinctly piratey flavor. Even Tom Sawyer Island is being re-done and the implication of what we saw is that they are focusing on the pirate lair element of the book.

Steve had the idea that they could turn the Columbia into the Black Pearl and put a Kraken in the lagoon.

Really, the changes to Pirates of the Caribbean were pretty well done (and the first animatronic Captain Jack Sparrow was so good it was downright creepy), but it's pretty obvious that the movie has been a gold mine for Disney and you can expect more piratey-goodness to extend Kraken tentacle-like throughout the park.

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Unfortunately, Splash Mountain, my favorite ride, was closed for renovation. I just hope they're not replacing Brer Rabbit with Captain Jack Sparrow. . .

Happily, the crowds started to dissipate as the day wore on and more wee ones had sensory-overload-meltdowns. We never had to stand too long in any one line because we made liberal use of the Fastpasses (but we didn't go on the Matterhorn because there was no Fastpass option and a long line), and I even managed to get Steve back on the teacups with me. He just closes his eyes and spins the car for me while I giggle and whoop it up.

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One weird thing about the teacups, though. The rides at Disneyland now say their cautionary "keep your hands inside the vehicle" bit in Spanish, too. At the teacups a high-pitched female voice says something about "this is Alice and welcome to my tea party" in English. But when it is time for the Spanish version, it's a dude! Couldn't they get a female for the voiceover? All I know is that Spanish-speaking Alice has a really gruff voice.

Even with the crowds, it was a pretty good day at the park (again with the beautiful weather); with our hotel close to the park, we were able to stay up well past our bedtime.

The next morning, we got up early to drive to Glendale and meet some friends for brunch. These folks moved to Glendale from the Bay Area 6 years ago when J got a job at Imagineering and we only get to see them every couple of years. Planning our visit this year was really tough partially because J has been traveling for work so much lately. We were only able to settle our plans a week or so before we were going to be there.

Although it was a short visit (C had to take the kids to a birthday party so we only saw her for a couple of hours), it's always nice to see them and catch up.

Arriving home Sunday night, we could barely cope with the fact that we had to get up in a few short hours to go to work. Oh, to have more vacation time. . .