<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:37:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life in the fast lane - in a slow car...</title><description></description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-3463844255249315560</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T23:18:25.579-06:00</atom:updated><title>And a happy birthday...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SwDgTlCK-QI/AAAAAAAAE9w/rcb65718SUk/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SwDgTlCK-QI/AAAAAAAAE9w/rcb65718SUk/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404566179807951106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to MEGAN! Happy, happy birthday to you. It's your first 29th birthday! Wish we could have been there to give you the "royal treatment" - hope you are well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-3463844255249315560?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SwDgTlCK-QI/AAAAAAAAE9w/rcb65718SUk/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-8624011904544522588</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T21:23:36.927-06:00</atom:updated><title>A conversation...</title><description>Saturday morning. Heading out to do a HUGE list of errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri: Don't you want to check locally for new running shoes before we head into Houston in case you need to look while we're there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: No, shoes aren't a critical path item today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri: (amidst laughter at response) Well, you enrolled me on the concept of needing new shoes so I made it an action item for me. So I was just following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: (with a smile) I admire your due diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, if you want to be able to talk to your man, ya gotta learn the language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-8624011904544522588?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-321523075518120789</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T15:54:14.165-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's official...</title><description>I had an appointment at the Apple Store this afternoon. Mission completed and we were heading out of Memorial City Mall to get to our movie. Being a Saturday, the mall was crowded necessitating our parking so far north of the mall it was almost Dallas. We walked down two hallways and then headed into Macy's. It's been AGES since I was in a department store and of course, the first thing that hits you when you walk in is all the conflicting fragrances in the 'Beauty' department. Mike started sneezing and my nose started twitching. Dashing past the bottles of scent, I tried to appear casual as we passed a makeup workshop in progress - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Estee&lt;/span&gt; Lauder I think - complete with a makeup artist the likes of which I have NEVER seen in a mainstream department store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dressed in black shirt with plunging neckline, black short shorts, black ankle boots with stiletto heels, black nail polish, and heavily black-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kohled&lt;/span&gt; eyes. But that's not what caught my attention - she was wearing HUGE netting bow "hat". I mean, seriously, that thing had a span of at least 30"! Mike and I kept looking straight ahead and continued walking. Heads straight ahead, we cut our eyes to each other after we passed her and then burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see that?", I ask Mike. "All that black nail polish and makeup.", Mike replies. "That hat?? Did you see that HAT?", I say. "Is that what that was?", said Mike. We decided all that was missing was the silver dancing pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuddy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;duddies&lt;/span&gt;. We have joined the legions of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tutt&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tutt&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; who walk through the mall and feel like we are on some sort of anthropological expedition. It might have been a foreign country for all we knew - who were these people and what were they doing? And WHY were they doing it? We start sentences with "I remember when....(fill in the blank)" or "In OUR day...(also fill in the blank)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I notice that we now not only discuss lab results but congratulate ourselves, almost to the point of high-fives, when they come back "in normal range".  We are excited when we catch a 6:15pm movie on a Saturday night, the WEEKEND no less, because we can be home by 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become domesticated. And it doesn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt; us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please slap me if I start wearing "sensible shoes". There ARE limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-321523075518120789?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-7422492257267222088</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T00:01:00.034-05:00</atom:updated><title>We're not worried!</title><description>Our burly, rough and tumble grandson, Luke, appears to have great potential as an athlete. He has been able to throw (accurately) a ball for over a year now. I may have some football games to attend in the future (something I didn't have with my own two boys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this past summer during visit to "Gramma Cheri's Keller House" as it is known, Luke spent the night. As this is the first time we've done this, it was significant. I didn't know if he'd be happy to actually STAY the entire night or decide to bail once it was bedtime. But we didn't have any issues whatsoever and he went to bed just like he did at home (and also woke up early - just like he did at home). I was getting ready the next morning while he was in and out of my room. I was drying my hair when I noticed he was very interested in my shoe hanger. Next thing I knew, he was off and "running".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56Vp_AsLI/AAAAAAAAE8k/GEEoXUDKtGs/s1600-h/DSC_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56Vp_AsLI/AAAAAAAAE8k/GEEoXUDKtGs/s400/DSC_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385876716847673522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like how he's really working it with that pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56WCI5ONI/AAAAAAAAE8s/plGDyu8Raj4/s1600-h/DSC_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56WCI5ONI/AAAAAAAAE8s/plGDyu8Raj4/s400/DSC_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385876723331578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56WztIy6I/AAAAAAAAE80/RZfSkmYRYkU/s1600-h/DSC_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56WztIy6I/AAAAAAAAE80/RZfSkmYRYkU/s400/DSC_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385876736636930978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kick "off" was executed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he picked a sensible pump. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-7422492257267222088?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-not-worried.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr56Vp_AsLI/AAAAAAAAE8k/GEEoXUDKtGs/s72-c/DSC_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-2690986323550591671</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T15:24:53.943-05:00</atom:updated><title>I hear VOICES!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr54czOnZ4I/AAAAAAAAE8c/4bJ4YQt63S0/s1600-h/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr54czOnZ4I/AAAAAAAAE8c/4bJ4YQt63S0/s400/DSC_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385874640564873090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a cooking demonstration at &lt;a href="http://www.brookwoodcommunity.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookwood&lt;/span&gt; Community&lt;/a&gt; yesterday with my friend Cynthia. They decided to channel Julia Child and had their chef, Laura Day, show us how to make the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boeuf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bourguignon&lt;/span&gt; (fancy title for roast beef stew with fancy veg). We also were served lunch consisting of the same and believe me, it was well worth it! I may have to gather up all these ingredients myself and try my hand at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; "Julie and Julia" sans the profanity (as well as the "falling asleep and forgetting to take it out of the oven so it was ruined" scenario). Shoot, I might even have to go buy &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/sku6354211/index.cfm?pkey=xsrd0m1%7C16%7C%7C%7C0%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Cruffoni&amp;amp;cm_src=SCH"&gt;this lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ruffoni&lt;/span&gt; pan &lt;/a&gt;to make it in! (Forget high fashion - I go weak at the knees when I see &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/srch/index.cfm?words=ruffoni"&gt;stuff like this&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the demonstration, I received a phone call that I missed because it's just not good form to keep one's mobile ringer on during French Cooking Demonstrations (although NO ONE told that to the two men who attended because both of them received calls and wouldn't you know those guys, both in their 50s or 60s, had obnoxious song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ringtones&lt;/span&gt;? isn't there some law against that if you are a male over the age of 14?). After I got to the car I turned my ringer back on and noticed I'd missed a call and had a voicemail waiting. I was glad then that I'd missed the call because now I have this message recorded to listen to over and over again (not to mention also sharing it with Mike later last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;?? This is Kennedy. I was hoping to have a princess cake for my birthday. So could you please make me that, please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;? I love you too. I love you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Cheri. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;verbatim&lt;/span&gt;. I listened over and over to get it down word for word. You see, I'd phoned Megan earlier to ask what kind of cake Kennedy wanted. She wasn't sure if so said she'd ask her when she got home from school. I knew she was going to the San Antonio Zoo for her birthday and thought she might want a zoo themed cake. But given Kennedy's history, I figured Princesses could figure high up on the chart of Birthday Cake Interests. So Megan must have discussed it with Kennedy and Kennedy was calling to take care of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very significant to me because, well, it's my first "grandchild left" voicemail. The first of many I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, Kennedy, I will be VERY happy to bake and make you a princess cake. Love you, sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-2690986323550591671?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hear-voices.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sr54czOnZ4I/AAAAAAAAE8c/4bJ4YQt63S0/s72-c/DSC_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-4749842815612762353</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T20:50:32.326-05:00</atom:updated><title>Labor Day Weekend</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtZmRfhJI/AAAAAAAAE7k/t33WOK_HQ3c/s1600-h/DSC_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtZmRfhJI/AAAAAAAAE7k/t33WOK_HQ3c/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385158803477988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day was weeks ago but it's been so busy I never got around to posting about it. I think I was in shock that Mike was actually IN the USA. Usually, he spends Public Holidays working in Kazakhstan or en-route coming or going overseas. So (shock!) he was actually at home which of course called for DOING SOMETHING! So we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pflugerville&lt;/span&gt; which is only 2-1/2 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtaiJuZRI/AAAAAAAAE70/cgbkPZZqP98/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtaiJuZRI/AAAAAAAAE70/cgbkPZZqP98/s400/DSC_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385158819551536402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pflugerville&lt;/span&gt; since the "Great Surgery Debacle of Summer 2009" (aka known as "Megan's Unbearable Lightness of Being...in Great Pain") so we definitely wanted to go back and once and for all demolish the bad hospital vibes. :) And everyone was doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtbNkBMYI/AAAAAAAAE78/3l3SWmsy11k/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtbNkBMYI/AAAAAAAAE78/3l3SWmsy11k/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385158831204544898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of joined Tim and Megan in a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stay cation&lt;/span&gt;" going out to eat or "ordering in". We discovered some great new places in Austin. One of these was the perfect marriage of fantastic and original hamburgers, homemade ice creams and a playground out front for the kids - score! One of my favorites was &lt;a href="http://www.philsicehouse.com/"&gt;Phil's Ice House&lt;/a&gt; (the aforementioned ice cream/burger/playground winner). I even told them they needed to get one built in (preferably) west Houston in general; Katy, in particular. They CAN hold a candle to Beck's Prime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate so much at lunch on Saturday that we had no appetite for our reservation at P.F. Chang's. So Megan called and rescheduled for Monday at lunch and we got Pei Wei takeout for Saturday night - MUCH later in the evening! (Note to those "not in the know" - if you register for online ordering at Pei Wei, you'll get 30% off your first take-out order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after services was an old favorite - Houston's Restaurant. I always laugh about going to Houston's in another town - Houston's in Austin? How come we don't have an Austin's in Houston? Moving on...naps in the afternoon, bliss. Then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.freddysfrozencustard.com/"&gt;Freddy's Frozen Custard&lt;/a&gt; for supper. If you ever get a chance to go to one of these, be sure and get their Turtle Concrete - oh.my.word. And then we went back and let the kids play in the bounce house purely expecting to see dinner "revisited" but they didn't have any playground equipment induced nausea. :) Tim even got out the good old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whamo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slip'n'Slid&lt;/span&gt; and he and the kids had a blast. I didn't get any photos as it was dusk (and the water was flying!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 42 that night after the kids were in bed. This is historically a game fraught with tension since Mike plays for blood and I barely understand the game. But all went well that night and I evidently played fairly well - Mike and I won two sets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtaL3YFzI/AAAAAAAAE7s/SK5sCON6_jk/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 516px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtaL3YFzI/AAAAAAAAE7s/SK5sCON6_jk/s400/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385158813568997170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Who dealt this garbage?"...oh, it was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we played with the kids and they did more bouncing in the bounce house (have I ever mentioned how that thing has been worth every penny??? Oh, I did? Sorry...) and then went to P.F. Chang's for lunch. That's when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lleyton&lt;/span&gt; decided to plant one right on Mike - just took his Papa's face between his hands and put on right on the kisser!! Too awfully cute - I was almost jealous but I got the the good picture so was happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Srwhse2R01I/AAAAAAAAE8I/YdKqJl2Ezow/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 545px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Srwhse2R01I/AAAAAAAAE8I/YdKqJl2Ezow/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216302506955602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded the car and all three dogs and headed back to Katy that afternoon (us and about a million-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kajillion&lt;/span&gt; other people). We were fine with traffic till we got to I-10 and then it was stop and go. So we cut off and went down to 90A, cut through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fulshear&lt;/span&gt; and avoided traffic while enjoying lovely country scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a VERY enjoyable long holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to eat at home for a LONG time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-4749842815612762353?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvtZmRfhJI/AAAAAAAAE7k/t33WOK_HQ3c/s72-c/DSC_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-7946562403711688204</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T00:01:00.658-05:00</atom:updated><title>Out of the mouths of babes...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvN03hgO_I/AAAAAAAAE7Y/nrrnyvGOwfE/s1600-h/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvN03hgO_I/AAAAAAAAE7Y/nrrnyvGOwfE/s400/DSC_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385124087592926194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke has graduated from baby crib to big boy bed. This transition happened awhile back but the first time I'd seen the new shared room of Ben and Luke was this past weekend when we went for Ben's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke proudly showed me his bed (complete with cute little rail) and commenced jumping up and down on it. Kennedy got on too and started bouncing. Lleyton was getting a huge grin on HIS face with the anticipation of a good bounce as well. I told Luke I was going to get on his bed and bounce too. And y'all know me -  I'm not going to win any supermodel-thin awards anytime in THIS lifetime! Luke stops jumping, looks at me, and solemnly announces, "You go bounce on Mama's bed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-7946562403711688204?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SrvN03hgO_I/AAAAAAAAE7Y/nrrnyvGOwfE/s72-c/DSC_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-6893115733666037332</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T10:49:03.191-05:00</atom:updated><title>Snips, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ9pZJxYI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/USBL2FCZtNg/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ9pZJxYI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/USBL2FCZtNg/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049471627937154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we celebrated my eldest grandson and grandchild's 5th Birthday. When Benjamin was born, Mike and I still resided in London (well, maybe Mike was as I was spending an awful lot of time in Texas that year including 8 weeks when he was born...). One of the main reasons we decided to move back was the births of our first two grandchildren, Ben in September and Kennedy early the following month. The Atlantic became impossibly wide after that and within a year we'd make plans to repatriate. We just were NOT going to miss this adventure of grandparenthood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed to be a part of every single birthday Ben has had, party or not. As this was his 5th, I think perhaps my days are numbered for him actively wanting me there each year. I can see it now, 10 friends at the paint ball place and there is Gramma Cheri in full camo, zeroing in on his friends...or the year I break a hip when they go roller skating and I fall - somehow I don't think so. With Kennedy I can probably host mani-pedi parties and get away with it a lot longer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ9OgiDsI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/NWMIOQY3cYw/s1600-h/DSC_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ9OgiDsI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/NWMIOQY3cYw/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049464411131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a MasterCard moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         2 Cake mixes - $2.16&lt;br /&gt;    1 Can Icing - $1.56&lt;br /&gt;    4 eggs, milk and oil - $1.50&lt;br /&gt;    7 bags of various candies - $17.58&lt;br /&gt;    1 Grandson happy with his birthday robot cake - PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of his grandparents were there in force this year as well as some of the great-grands. And Ben had most of his cousins and a couple of friends in attendance. The bounce house got a good workout (I'll say it again - that thing was WORTH EVERY SINGLE PENNY!) and the weather was good for outdoor playing (always a boon for the harried mom and dad of such occasions!) I have been putting my cake baking skills back to use - Ben wanted a robot theme so a robot cake was in order (by the way, it is WAY easier to trim a cake with lots of candy instead of all the piped icing and cut prep time down by an hour at least - woot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bought semi-sparkler candles for the cake, thinking the effect would be nice, not knowing that they were also the "hard to blow out" kind of candles. Oops! Good thing Ben is 5 and has very healthy lungs (note to self, do not use said candles for any asthmatic or emphysemic honorees). As the photos below will tell, he had to really work at it to get them out and STAY out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ-ajMctI/AAAAAAAAE5g/E_FN2tQLaq8/s1600-h/DSC_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ-ajMctI/AAAAAAAAE5g/E_FN2tQLaq8/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049484823392978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ-06sXHI/AAAAAAAAE5o/MwTWtodfsVI/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ-06sXHI/AAAAAAAAE5o/MwTWtodfsVI/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049491901275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ_fgMzwI/AAAAAAAAE5w/lwfyDjVu_Qk/s1600-h/DSC_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ_fgMzwI/AAAAAAAAE5w/lwfyDjVu_Qk/s400/DSC_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049503332880130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKyefGOdI/AAAAAAAAE6A/blQRoOHULZw/s1600-h/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKyefGOdI/AAAAAAAAE6A/blQRoOHULZw/s400/DSC_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050379233147346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was NOT happy to learn that the "still shot" of the "blowing out of the candles" had not been caught by mom and dad's camera and a staged reshoot was in order! His dismay was understandable but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKy4YuDFI/AAAAAAAAE6I/LGV-kkPLMrs/s1600-h/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKy4YuDFI/AAAAAAAAE6I/LGV-kkPLMrs/s400/DSC_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050386185718866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of leftover candy from the cake so put it all in a big plastic bag and brought it over. Luke, being the eagle eye that he is, spots it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLT6blb9I/AAAAAAAAE6w/VjVNFifcMmU/s1600-h/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 493px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLT6blb9I/AAAAAAAAE6w/VjVNFifcMmU/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050953670291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...checks to see if Mom is watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLUV6Rt5I/AAAAAAAAE64/pomZ3d24L-I/s1600-h/DSC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLUV6Rt5I/AAAAAAAAE64/pomZ3d24L-I/s400/DSC_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050961046779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is followed by his friend and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLU5v847I/AAAAAAAAE7A/OPpoHvtLWos/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 596px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLU5v847I/AAAAAAAAE7A/OPpoHvtLWos/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050970667148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...buys said friend's "silence" with payment in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gifts were opened. The Wall-E robot was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruK0DV8xEI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/kFceE19EcOs/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruK0DV8xEI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/kFceE19EcOs/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050406306759746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy helping and taking away the wrapping paper trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKzcKUzYI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/eSbyfUkELeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruKzcKUzYI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/eSbyfUkELeQ/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050395789020546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sure fire sign that these guys are getting older - they wait and let the honoree open the presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLSym1m-I/AAAAAAAAE6g/sX-cCdkau3M/s1600-h/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLSym1m-I/AAAAAAAAE6g/sX-cCdkau3M/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050934390135778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out  the new Wall-E robot toy - of course, Uncle Tim had to come check this one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLTfnLDVI/AAAAAAAAE6o/N8lse-opHqM/s1600-h/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruLTfnLDVI/AAAAAAAAE6o/N8lse-opHqM/s400/DSC_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050946471136594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can never go wrong with a huge old honkin' set of Crayola Crayons and art supplies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday, Benjamin. You are almost in kindergarten now - one more year. Soon you'll be a big brother to little Master/Miss Brewton when he/she is born. And you're a good big brother for mischievous brother Luke. We love you very much and have enjoyed seeing and helping you grow and mature into the sweet and smart young man that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for still wanting us there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruS_nzhnHI/AAAAAAAAE7M/fazIXmNTh3g/s1600-h/11.15.08AustinKids009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 536px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruS_nzhnHI/AAAAAAAAE7M/fazIXmNTh3g/s400/11.15.08AustinKids009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385059401166068850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I about a year ago - I've always loved this photo of my "Butter Bean" and his Gramma Cheri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-6893115733666037332?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/snips-snails-and-puppy-dog-tails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SruJ9pZJxYI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/USBL2FCZtNg/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-3921745707443493534</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T01:06:34.471-05:00</atom:updated><title>For the love...</title><description>...of grandchildren! We went to P.F. Chang's in Austin with Tim and Megan's family on Labor Day and Lleyton evidently thought his Papa was something because all of the sudden, he grabs Mike's face with both hands and plants one on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sq8uxB8Jn4I/AAAAAAAAE4s/oVJz6pseSMI/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sq8uxB8Jn4I/AAAAAAAAE4s/oVJz6pseSMI/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381571499600224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-3921745707443493534?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sq8uxB8Jn4I/AAAAAAAAE4s/oVJz6pseSMI/s72-c/IMG_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-1445635369055009280</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T01:07:53.950-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Literal "Sunday Afternoon Drive" in California</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9abXVcM3I/AAAAAAAAE3c/XjEmuez91hg/s1600-h/DSC_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9abXVcM3I/AAAAAAAAE3c/XjEmuez91hg/s400/DSC_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115906270573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that is indeed the OCEAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As promised, here are some photos of our Sunday afternoon drive down the coastal highway between Anaheim and Laguna Beach. We didn't park, get out and walk around - perhaps we should have. We did attempt to find a parking place at one point, but not finding one within any reasonable distance from the beach, we caved and just drove on seeing more beautiful scenery. We're not really what you'd call "beach people" anyway. I mean, we have a pool here at home and I'm the only one who uses it. I think Mike's been in it once or twice in the almost 4 years we've lived here. And coming from Lubbock, I just recently found out what "ocean" was! Okay, I kid - I found out about those when we moved to London the first time and we flew over one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9a07o7_sI/AAAAAAAAE38/MJBrNZegXRo/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9a07o7_sI/AAAAAAAAE38/MJBrNZegXRo/s400/DSC_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116345512754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This drive really made me feel like I was on VACATION!&lt;br /&gt;"Nuthin' like that round these here parts, buddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9a0Z6pCYI/AAAAAAAAE30/ORx58i_uR_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9a0Z6pCYI/AAAAAAAAE30/ORx58i_uR_Q/s400/DSC_0971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116336460204418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been a fan of palm trees and this just backs up that feeling - looks&lt;br /&gt;like a bunch of matchsticks with tassels stuck around that house. Oh, sorry if&lt;br /&gt;it's where you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9azqwlqqI/AAAAAAAAE3s/yKoNh_r-L14/s1600-h/DSC_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9azqwlqqI/AAAAAAAAE3s/yKoNh_r-L14/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116323801574050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9azAtf9pI/AAAAAAAAE3k/PMpefI2uQqg/s1600-h/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9azAtf9pI/AAAAAAAAE3k/PMpefI2uQqg/s400/DSC_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377116312514328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point, we had promised Tim we would NOT leave California without seeing the ocean. So we did see it - and it did not disappoint. But the interior designer in me kicked in and I was all agog at the architecture of the homes and the gorgeous yards and what looked like fabulous shopping for antiques, designer studios and all that jazz. I know - I'm warped. And Mike, while happy to drive me wherever REALLY just wanted to go back to the hotel and watch "Bones Season 1" dvds. Yes, we live a riveting life. But just the fact that Mike didn't read any work emails or take conference calls was enough for me to officially label this a "true vacation to remember".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aazZdTFI/AAAAAAAAE3U/osmGwnK_ZPA/s1600-h/DSC_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aazZdTFI/AAAAAAAAE3U/osmGwnK_ZPA/s400/DSC_0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115896623746130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aaSNIBdI/AAAAAAAAE3M/OErv5d6yhkQ/s1600-h/DSC_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aaSNIBdI/AAAAAAAAE3M/OErv5d6yhkQ/s400/DSC_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115887713650130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aZ9FER8I/AAAAAAAAE3E/ID9qjQgrVTw/s1600-h/DSC_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aZ9FER8I/AAAAAAAAE3E/ID9qjQgrVTw/s400/DSC_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115882042705858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the gas stations were pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aZAO8srI/AAAAAAAAE28/Lm7Ov5CSiNU/s1600-h/DSC_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aZAO8srI/AAAAAAAAE28/Lm7Ov5CSiNU/s400/DSC_0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115865709589170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beachcombers - and they had clothes on!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aDfIUcnI/AAAAAAAAE20/k_WhPAoRHRc/s1600-h/DSC_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aDfIUcnI/AAAAAAAAE20/k_WhPAoRHRc/s400/DSC_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115496046162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aC1ii1RI/AAAAAAAAE2s/SOr38bLbs2s/s1600-h/DSC_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aC1ii1RI/AAAAAAAAE2s/SOr38bLbs2s/s400/DSC_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115484881868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beauty around every curve of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aCb4HUhI/AAAAAAAAE2k/QHDwW5bKlIk/s1600-h/DSC_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aCb4HUhI/AAAAAAAAE2k/QHDwW5bKlIk/s400/DSC_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115477993017874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a beautiful drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aBmRP--I/AAAAAAAAE2c/2Wltwfs96XI/s1600-h/DSC_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aBmRP--I/AAAAAAAAE2c/2Wltwfs96XI/s400/DSC_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115463602928610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two houses here - but they are HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aBKSFPbI/AAAAAAAAE2U/Vyip7icLyBo/s1600-h/DSC_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9aBKSFPbI/AAAAAAAAE2U/Vyip7icLyBo/s400/DSC_0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377115456090226098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder when this house is going to slide down into the ocean? Eeek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-1445635369055009280?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/09/literal-sunday-afternoon-drive-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Sp9abXVcM3I/AAAAAAAAE3c/XjEmuez91hg/s72-c/DSC_0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-2724506723278601724</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T18:07:07.125-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacations</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>California</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Disneyland</category><title>And now, the REST of the story!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsOUdyYTI/AAAAAAAAE1M/OrAqq5Cc51g/s1600-h/CaliforniaAdventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsOUdyYTI/AAAAAAAAE1M/OrAqq5Cc51g/s400/CaliforniaAdventure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220679696965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrance into the California Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full night's sleep and a good breakfast, we ventured forth the next morning (Thursday) anticipating the long entry into what we now considered Mickey and Friends Gargantuan Garage of Massive Acreage. It actually only took 30 minutes on Friday to make the same jaunt so we were encouraged. Our plan was to explore virgin territory aka &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/landing?name=DisneysCaliforniaAdventureLandingPage"&gt;California Adventure&lt;/a&gt;. Perhaps it's because we had nothing to gauge it by but our experience started out more fun than the previous day! We headed straight for the Paradise Pier to see if we thought we could stomach the huge roller coaster, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=CaliforniaScreaminAttractionPage"&gt;California Screamin'&lt;/a&gt;, which is the focal point of the entire park. We looked at it, were uncertain about riding, got Fast Passes (just in case) and then went to ride the huge Ferris Wheel called &lt;a href="http://gocalifornia.about.com/od/toppicturegallery/ig/DCA-Rides-Paradise-Pier/Sun-Wheel.htm"&gt;Mickeys Fun Whee&lt;/a&gt;l - and it's not your typical Ferris Wheel. We got on one of the free floating cars, not one of the stationary, non-swinging ones. What a TRIP! Great fun!! Still undecided about Screamin' so went to ride &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=MulhollandMadnessAttractionPage"&gt;Mulholland Madness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=SoarinOverCaliforniaAttractionPage"&gt;Soarin' (which is just like the one in WDW, one of my absolute favorite rides!)&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=MonstersAttractionPage"&gt;Monster's, Inc. Sulley and Mike to the Rescure Ride&lt;/a&gt;. We were still undecided about Screamin' so decided to run back over to Disneyland and go on some rides we'd missed the day before. &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=itsasmallworldAttractionPage"&gt;Small World&lt;/a&gt; was fun (and a bit different with an outside loading dock and Disney story characters throughout). You cannot leave ANY Disney park without going on the Small World ride - it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt;! We waited over 50 minutes for the &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=RogerRabbitCartoonSpinAttractionPage"&gt;Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin&lt;/a&gt; - okay, but not really worth the wait in our opinion. Then we walked back over to CA for our dinner reservation at the Wine Country Tratorria. We then waited about an hour to go on &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=ToyStoryManiaAttractionPage"&gt;Toy Story 3-D Mania&lt;/a&gt; and it was worth every minute of waiting - what a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUN RIDE!! &lt;/span&gt;We would have gone on it again if the wait hadn't been so long, and, of course, they were one of the non-FastPass rides. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtGIVwNBI/AAAAAAAAE10/0c9NMqDkyhc/s1600-h/JasmineAladdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtGIVwNBI/AAAAAAAAE10/0c9NMqDkyhc/s400/JasmineAladdin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221638514717714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aladdin and Jasmine in Small World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtFXs_oQI/AAAAAAAAE1s/bBth4_IWWHw/s1600-h/alice+wonderland+jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtFXs_oQI/AAAAAAAAE1s/bBth4_IWWHw/s400/alice+wonderland+jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221625458860290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland - Small World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsP4yqWHI/AAAAAAAAE1c/pmqf9RV0MWo/s1600-h/Mulhollandmadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsP4yqWHI/AAAAAAAAE1c/pmqf9RV0MWo/s400/Mulhollandmadness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220706628065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mulholland Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided neither of us was brave enough to go on Screamin' so scoped out the crowd and offered our FastPasses to two unsuspecting, but VERY grateful youngsters. Well, they were probably in their late 20s, early 30s, but when you're in your 50s, anything 40 and under is "youngsters" to us. We'd been in the Parks about 10 hours by now - our feet were beginning to protest so decided to do a bit of shopping in Downtown Disney before heading "home" to the Marriott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtE_GgWvI/AAAAAAAAE1k/oD9cFNgnW7Y/s1600-h/MikeyMouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtE_GgWvI/AAAAAAAAE1k/oD9cFNgnW7Y/s400/MikeyMouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221618854976242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mikey Mouse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday was very laid back with sleeping in, late breakfast, leisurely coffee drinking and massaging sore feet. :) We drove to an outdoor premiere shopping center called Fashion Island in Newport Beach after enjoying a FANTASTIC &lt;a href="http://www.in-n-out.com/"&gt;In-and-Out Burger&lt;/a&gt; lunch. I did a little bit of shopping and we got Mike's watchband repaired and then headed back to Anaheim as we had a dinner reservation at &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/hotels/dining/detail?name=NapaRoseDiningPage"&gt;the Napa Rose restaurant&lt;/a&gt; at California Adventure's Grand Californian Resort (lots of "California" bandied about this place!). We've always enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/resorts/contemporary-resort/dining/california-grill/"&gt;California Grill at the top of the Contemporary Hotel &lt;/a&gt;at WDW and wondered if this would be as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtHHVczdI/AAAAAAAAE2E/I16XAqCkvik/s1600-h/ParadisPier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtHHVczdI/AAAAAAAAE2E/I16XAqCkvik/s400/ParadisPier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221655424880082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paradise Pier at California Adventure in daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;. "Good" doesn't even begin to describe how fantastic the food was at this place! The food was an experience. The service was, in Mike's words, "impeccable". The ambiance was intimate and the decor stunning with huge picture windows with Arts &amp;amp; Crafts style stained glass overlooking a beautiful garden. The evening was PERFECT! They even wrote "Happy Anniversary" in chocolate on our dessert plates. Those fillets were so tender, they cut like butter. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED &lt;/span&gt;should you ever go to Disneyland! Afterwords, we walked back to Disneyland and rode &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=AliceInWonderlandAttractionPage"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; before doing a little shopping. We wanted to ride several of the long-term rides (Toad's Wild Ride, Peter Pan, Snow White, etc.) but they were either closed for some reason or the lines were over an hour (it WAS Friday night and the parks were jammed with locals). We then positioned ourselves to watch the &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/entertainment/detail?name=MagicalEntertainmentPage"&gt;Celebrate Disney fireworks display &lt;/a&gt;which began at 9:25pm. We found a spot to wait and then Cast Members roped off the area putting us front and center of a perfect viewing area without any obstruction. I got to visiting with a family from Liverpool who were there "on holiday" and had been to both the Florida and now California Disney Parks. They were very friendly and the time passed quickly before the spectacular fireworks display. A perfect ending to a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we attended services at the Orange View church of Christ in Anaheim followed by another lunch at In-and-Out burgers. Oh I wish we had these restaurants in Texas!! Where else can you get two good old-fashioned cheeseburgers, fries, sodas and shakes for $13.98?? Then we drove up and down the coastal highway, looking at the architecture, houses, shopping, shoppers, beaches and the ocean (of course!). It really is a beautiful place from Newport Beach down to Laguna Beach. I can understand why people would want to live there from an aesthetic standpoint. Huge trees line the streets - and the streets were very clean and free from litter. I was in the mood for Mexican for dinner so we tried to get to the one in Downtown Disney but the queues for parking were enormous so we just started driving around the Anaheim area and found what looked like a chain restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.eltorito.com/"&gt;El Torito&lt;/a&gt;. It was very good! Everything was fresh, flavors were different from TexMex and the service very good. We shared a pineapple upside down cake for dessert - something I've never seen in any restaurant before let alone a Mexican one! It was light and perfect and made me want to go home and bake one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtGjrh4fI/AAAAAAAAE18/25b_2mLGQYs/s1600-h/ParadisePier2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwtGjrh4fI/AAAAAAAAE18/25b_2mLGQYs/s400/ParadisePier2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221645853811186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paradise Pier at Dusk - so very pretty and nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure what we expected California to be like but I guess we had, in the back of our minds, a not-so-pretty picture probably based on the crime dramas we like to watch on TV. And I'm sure LA and other places are like that presupposition. But the areas we were in were gorgeous, well maintained, clean - and the people friendly. One thing that was VERY noticeable about the Disneyland Parks was the relatively modest dress compared to what is seen (or NOT seen, depending on how you, ahem, "look at it") in the Florida parks. You can get "quite an eyeful" in Florida as well as some questionable slogans/pictures on T-shirts. But other than a few low necklines, the California park attendees were relatively modest! Not to put the Europeans down, but we hypothesis that this observation might be due to the large numbers of Europeans that visit the Florida parks while the California parks had more Asian visitors - predominantly Japanese from what we could tell. Considering how "liberal" California is and all the hype with Hollywood and the "stars", we expected something different and were pleasingly surprised to find the parks more "family friendly" when it came to dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsNzyagkI/AAAAAAAAE1E/FqtDkuM3J2o/s1600-h/MikeOnCall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsNzyagkI/AAAAAAAAE1E/FqtDkuM3J2o/s400/MikeOnCall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220670925111874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike taking a business call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsNZfanCI/AAAAAAAAE08/zVWzo2ZMxxY/s1600-h/MikeBehindBars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsNZfanCI/AAAAAAAAE08/zVWzo2ZMxxY/s400/MikeBehindBars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220663866104866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Wife's Guide on "How to handle business calls when on vacation" - proven methods for sucess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a really wonderful time on our trip, getting away from "it all", getting time alone - Mike only took ONE call when he was there! No conference calls at 6am (which would have been 4am in California now that I think about it), no email syncing, only one "I need to take this call and then make one call" which was quite a feat for him! The only thing I would have changed about the vacation was our hotel - the Marriott was lovely and we had no complaints about it - it just wasn't "on property" at Disney which is something that definitely makes a difference to your stay if you're a Disneyphile like we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsPOlmNRI/AAAAAAAAE1U/-PxpWwrDeoI/s1600-h/MikeCheri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsPOlmNRI/AAAAAAAAE1U/-PxpWwrDeoI/s400/MikeCheri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220695298979090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Campers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get some photos from our drive down the coastal highway this week so again, stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still keep hoping for a breakfast buffet to appear each morning. And the maid doesn't show up while I'm gone during the day. What's with that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-2724506723278601724?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/entrance-into-california-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpwsOUdyYTI/AAAAAAAAE1M/OrAqq5Cc51g/s72-c/CaliforniaAdventure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-2355005635486247437</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T00:19:02.784-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>anniversaries</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Walt Disney World</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Disneyland</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>celebrations</category><title>The West Coast Mouse vs. the East Coast Mouse</title><description>Thursday was our actual anniversary date. We were exhausted from the combination of a 2 hour time change and the late arrival but headed to Disneyland in our rental car early to supposedly beat the crowds. Now this is where I need to point out our long and loving history with Walt Disney World in Florida. From the first time we went, in 1980, when the only park was the Magic Kingdom, it's been love at first sight. From then on, we took the kids on a regular basis, first every 4 years, then every other year to annually when we lived in Trinidad. In May 2002 we bought into the Disney Vacation Club and thus cemented our relationship with The Mouse. Our children have honeymooned there, we've enjoyed "first visits" of grandchildren, special times all. There is just something totally thrilling to drive into the property, see the huge archways with "Welcome to Walt Disney World", drive to our resort and be welcomed by the staff as we check in. You just shed the outside world and let the magic roll over you as you drive in. And, staying "on property", that feeling just stays and with great sadness you bid it farewell when you have to finally return to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to Disneyland - a wee bit different! First of all, Disneyland was built back in 1955 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, so was Mike!) in city limits of Anaheim (not Mike - that would have had to be Sacramento). Then the addition of the California Adventure (taking over the original Disneyland parking lot) maximized the park size. Further additions to both parks puts the boundaries right to the surrounding city streets. So as you drive there, you literally see the BACK of the park and it's attractions -  and that's just plain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. And, now that the original lot is gone, where do all those park attendees, well, park?? &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/5-tOsN7sgItR45axRjYFNw?select=4mK-DVWhEroTIaGPJYTIJQ"&gt;In a HUGE 6 story garage&lt;/a&gt; (SO not-magical!) that is as big or bigger than a football field. It took 10 minutes to drive down Harbor Blvd to Ball Street following the signs to the "Mickey and Friends" garage. It took 30-40 minutes to ENTER the garage and park and another 15 minutes &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/5-tOsN7sgItR45axRjYFNw?select=kI_8-g-YwAeanIOyJpIqUA"&gt;to walk to the escalators &lt;/a&gt;to the trams and be driven get to the parks. That's an hour folks. One. Solid. Hour. I wasn't feeling the magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmUKRFRy6I/AAAAAAAAEzM/2-ubv_XpfAg/s1600-h/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmUKRFRy6I/AAAAAAAAEzM/2-ubv_XpfAg/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375490534348540834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmUcS0vrMI/AAAAAAAAEzU/WPsXw7SvGOA/s1600-h/DSC_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmUcS0vrMI/AAAAAAAAEzU/WPsXw7SvGOA/s400/DSC_0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375490844053712066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmZO1_k7QI/AAAAAAAAE0M/i89kZtzBriw/s1600-h/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmZO1_k7QI/AAAAAAAAE0M/i89kZtzBriw/s400/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375496110534356226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to the unloading area, you are at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;center point&lt;/span&gt; where "all roads lead to Rome" - Disneyland is on your left, California Adventure on your right, and Downtown Disney behind you. We opted for Disneyland for Day One. It was a little surreal to be there after so much history with Disney World - it was so similar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; but yet different. So mentally, the auto-pilots kept trying to kick in but the reality kept us checked. Little things like getting off of a ride that is also at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; and wanting to go on another one that IS in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; but NOT at Disneyland. So that was disorienting. The Haunted Mansion is about the same as far as the ride goes but the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://z.about.com/d/gocalifornia/1/0/T/7/3/DL-H-22-a.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://gocalifornia.about.com/od/toppicturegallery/ig/Disneyland-Rides-New-Orleans/Haunted-Mansion.htm&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=113&amp;amp;tbnid=ftFKSHYACkdJ3M:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DHaunted%2BMansion%2BDisneyland%2Bphotos&amp;amp;usg=__SRl6WchX2JH3igKBuLpX30cWyQA=&amp;amp;ei=9keZSsfBNJL6sQPRtMWpAg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;house exterior in Disneyland is a Creole Southern Plantation&lt;/a&gt; vs. the&lt;a href="http://www.ghostbreakers.com/images/disney_world_haunted_mansion.jpg"&gt; Gothic Mansion in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Don't get me wrong, we had a really enjoyable time but coming off of the short night and the whole "it's the same but different" thing, we felt a bit off balance that first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV74xsm0I/AAAAAAAAEzk/HOauxlsYWKs/s1600-h/DSC_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 437px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV74xsm0I/AAAAAAAAEzk/HOauxlsYWKs/s400/DSC_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375492486329047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our bearings, we rode a lot of the rides including &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=BuzzLightyearAttractionPage"&gt;Buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; Blasters&lt;/a&gt; (where I beat Mike by over 100,000 points, I might add), &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=FindingNemoSubmarineVoyageAttractionPage"&gt;Finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=HauntedMansionAttractionPage"&gt;Haunted Mansion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=PiratesOfTheCaribbeanAttractionPage"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=AutopiaAttractionPage"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Autopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=BigThunderMountainRailroadAttractionPage"&gt;Big Thunder Mountain Railroad&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=StorybookLandCanalBoatsAttractionPage"&gt;Storybook Land Canal Boats&lt;/a&gt;. We ate a wonderful evening meal at the &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/dining/detail?name=BlueBayouDiningPage"&gt;Blue Bayou restaurant &lt;/a&gt;which is actually IN the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV8Qb4sMI/AAAAAAAAEzs/BfdCVUStCOk/s1600-h/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV8Qb4sMI/AAAAAAAAEzs/BfdCVUStCOk/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375492492680016066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike at the Blue Bayou Restaurant - he's holding up the menu but I like looking at HIM more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://gocalifornia.about.com/cs/photos1/l/bl_ladlp_cstd.htm"&gt;Sleeping Beauty's castle is tee-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nine&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; compared to &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/magic-kingdom/attractions/cinderella-castle/"&gt;Cinderella's Castle at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But given the historical price of real estate in California, I'd wager Sleeping Beauty's California Castle costs tons more than Cinderella's - not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zillow&lt;/span&gt;.com is going to divulge THAT information! I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'...although with the recent decline in housing prices overall in California, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;wonder! Location, location, location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmXftzdIuI/AAAAAAAAEz8/bnpzZCQFrds/s1600-h/DSC_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 642px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmXftzdIuI/AAAAAAAAEz8/bnpzZCQFrds/s400/DSC_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375494201370551010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, we opted to return to the hotel via Downtown Disney as our feet were killing us. We wandered about and enjoyed all the street musicians there - almost bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;, they were so good. We walked all the way to the Grand Californian Resort and the other Disney "on property" hotels and, as mentioned before, the feet were trash talking about us at this point. So we got the "brilliant" idea to just walk to the garage since we could see it from where we were. Bad idea. We should have just turned around and walked back to the tram area and ridden back. But no, we decided to hoof it - after all, we could SEE the garage (but then so could anyone within miles since it's so tall and huge and all). Twenty minutes later we got to the garage and, rather than walking to the escalator that take you to your floor (there are three that service two floors each), I decide the stairs would be better (even though we were parked on the fourth floor and, oh, did I mention our feet were killing us??). Stupid me, I was wearing those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FitFlop&lt;/span&gt; sandals (which have open toes). On the first flight of stairs, I get my footing wrong and ram my left foot onto the next step and cut it on the metal edging of the step. I just thought I'd bruised it but when I got to the hotel I saw it was bleeding and evidently I'd sliced it. OUCH! Lots of soap and water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Neosporin&lt;/span&gt; later, I was all fixed up and decided to heed the safety advice I've always given everyone else and wear closed toe shoes from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for sounding like a "Debbie Downer" at times - the first day just caught us off guard. I think it was just like when we moved to London the first time - we thought it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be like America since we spoke the same language, right? WRONG! So Disneyland had to be like Disney World because, shoot, they're both Disney, right? Wrong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! So our expectation was flawed due to our familiarity with the East Coast Mouse and incorrect assumptions. And not staying "on property" as we do in Florida impacted our experience as well. The West Coast Mouse is just fine - he's just, well, WEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was MUCH better and I'll report all to you in due course! Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my toe is healing nicely, thank you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV7YRMCnI/AAAAAAAAEzc/tAWq6V2oT_E/s1600-h/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmV7YRMCnI/AAAAAAAAEzc/tAWq6V2oT_E/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375492477602761330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our "room with a view" - we could see the Disneyland fireworks from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-2355005635486247437?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/west-coast-mouse-vs-east-coast-mouse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmUKRFRy6I/AAAAAAAAEzM/2-ubv_XpfAg/s72-c/DSC_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-3398210879911884862</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T15:44:37.875-05:00</atom:updated><title>Highlights</title><description>Just a few more "teaser" photos of the highlights of both parks.&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from the parking garage (details tomorrow!) before taking the escalators to the trams. I've never seen so many Italian Cypress trees as I did in Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPs45XVVI/AAAAAAAAEyM/AM0n1Kx6ZOY/s1600-h/DSC_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPs45XVVI/AAAAAAAAEyM/AM0n1Kx6ZOY/s400/DSC_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375485631593403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance gates to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQx-CRNEI/AAAAAAAAEyk/xEL2X2dZ-qY/s1600-h/DSC_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQx-CRNEI/AAAAAAAAEyk/xEL2X2dZ-qY/s400/DSC_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375486818383901762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a step in the Park - literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPt6sTXDI/AAAAAAAAEyc/_GSFlgjMuMU/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPt6sTXDI/AAAAAAAAEyc/_GSFlgjMuMU/s400/DSC_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375485649255357490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the center of the park entrances on the California Adventure side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQy9Jt0fI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wCh8ZJUNaag/s1600-h/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQy9Jt0fI/AAAAAAAAEy0/wCh8ZJUNaag/s400/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375486835326570994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Haunted Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQyYXpozI/AAAAAAAAEys/VCcygQcqGbc/s1600-h/DSC_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQyYXpozI/AAAAAAAAEys/VCcygQcqGbc/s400/DSC_0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375486825452905266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey's Circus Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPtS1BouI/AAAAAAAAEyU/tgUPD6N6qCk/s1600-h/DSC_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPtS1BouI/AAAAAAAAEyU/tgUPD6N6qCk/s400/DSC_0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375485638554526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Adventure at the Paradise Peir just past dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOhg7UxXI/AAAAAAAAEyE/wrK-evjjnY8/s1600-h/DSC_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOhg7UxXI/AAAAAAAAEyE/wrK-evjjnY8/s400/DSC_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375484336668984690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt and Mickey - two classics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOhIT3PJI/AAAAAAAAEx8/uT-Ey9Rx7o8/s1600-h/DSC_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOhIT3PJI/AAAAAAAAEx8/uT-Ey9Rx7o8/s400/DSC_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375484330061020306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty's Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOglVqR7I/AAAAAAAAEx0/T7MG-BifbpE/s1600-h/DSC_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOglVqR7I/AAAAAAAAEx0/T7MG-BifbpE/s400/DSC_0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375484320673318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Mousketeer, Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOgDMP1VI/AAAAAAAAExs/R6KRE-A-aGY/s1600-h/DSC_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmOgDMP1VI/AAAAAAAAExs/R6KRE-A-aGY/s400/DSC_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375484311507031378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey's Fun Wheel car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQ0L1ahnI/AAAAAAAAEzE/BbE267_yOak/s1600-h/DSC_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQ0L1ahnI/AAAAAAAAEzE/BbE267_yOak/s400/DSC_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375486856447821426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braver souls than I on the California Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQzb2KKHI/AAAAAAAAEy8/xFYCLmAEJes/s1600-h/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmQzb2KKHI/AAAAAAAAEy8/xFYCLmAEJes/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375486843566041202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll post the first two days of our trip spent at Disneyland and California Adventure. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-3398210879911884862?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/highlights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpmPs45XVVI/AAAAAAAAEyM/AM0n1Kx6ZOY/s72-c/DSC_0793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-5214527094033157450</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T14:59:55.556-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2o0FtpAI/AAAAAAAAEwE/uluifpwxlYY/s1600-h/DSC_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2o0FtpAI/AAAAAAAAEwE/uluifpwxlYY/s400/DSC_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375458073792848898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but THAT'S never stopped me! However, in this case, I will let the pictures do the talking. Well, some of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are from the Storybook Land Canal Boats. This ride isn't in Walt Disney World and I wish it was - it's really cool! We've been to two miniature cities before - one in Holland (&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/bskaran/madurodam"&gt;Maduradam&lt;/a&gt;) and the other in &lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/europe/denmark/legoland"&gt;Denmark's Legoland&lt;/a&gt;. I find miniature cities fascinating - all that detail, getting the landscaping to scale - kind of like dollhouses on steroids. From a decorator/designer point of view, they are studies in art! What makes these particular scenes so special is their tie-in to beloved Disney stories (which, DUH! makes sense seeing as how it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; Disneyland!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride starts off as you enter, literally, the mouth of the whale from Pinocchio...which is a bit creepy in a fun sort of way. Then you start recognizing the different scenes from each story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5J1IE6uI/AAAAAAAAExM/uYg58xlbrVg/s1600-h/DSC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5J1IE6uI/AAAAAAAAExM/uYg58xlbrVg/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375460840030137058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5KbYN7xI/AAAAAAAAExU/WRhSqRI-2YQ/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5KbYN7xI/AAAAAAAAExU/WRhSqRI-2YQ/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375460850298384146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Glad those teeth are clean - that would be some tartar buildup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2nASr1vI/AAAAAAAAEvs/LaBn-dLZ7cY/s1600-h/DSC_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2nASr1vI/AAAAAAAAEvs/LaBn-dLZ7cY/s400/DSC_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375458042708743922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the whale's mouth tunnel to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2ny8ohpI/AAAAAAAAEv0/ReplZMeKiao/s1600-h/DSC_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2ny8ohpI/AAAAAAAAEv0/ReplZMeKiao/s400/DSC_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375458056306460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scene from the boat of Aladdin's Agrabah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4TPrtIsI/AAAAAAAAEwM/lzXWJXM7ZIQ/s1600-h/DSC_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4TPrtIsI/AAAAAAAAEwM/lzXWJXM7ZIQ/s400/DSC_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459902266090178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4UQy0VqI/AAAAAAAAEwc/n79xSdX-mXY/s1600-h/DSC_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4UQy0VqI/AAAAAAAAEwc/n79xSdX-mXY/s400/DSC_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459919744226978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home of the Three Pigs. Who knew they were English? Or at least like English Tudor with thatched roof? Classy pigs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4U8b1ciI/AAAAAAAAEwk/X1GarDrrihc/s1600-h/DSC_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4U8b1ciI/AAAAAAAAEwk/X1GarDrrihc/s400/DSC_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459931458990626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's Village - I never thought about where she lived! I always thought about, you know, the "other side" of that looking glass. Evidently so did the writers for the new series on SyFy "Warehouse 13" if you're, ya know, into that sort of thing...which I am...but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4Vt93YxI/AAAAAAAAEws/OYbJIPmCijI/s1600-h/DSC_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4Vt93YxI/AAAAAAAAEws/OYbJIPmCijI/s400/DSC_0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459944755061522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toad Hall. Quite impressive for a toad! I didn't notice any "torn up" countryside however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5JUa0vdI/AAAAAAAAExE/_DwyaW2xxC4/s1600-h/DSC_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5JUa0vdI/AAAAAAAAExE/_DwyaW2xxC4/s400/DSC_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375460831250398674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Hook's ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5IuoESOI/AAAAAAAAEw8/lNQik8WiHFU/s1600-h/DSC_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5IuoESOI/AAAAAAAAEw8/lNQik8WiHFU/s400/DSC_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375460821105395938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Matterhorn Bobsled Ride mountain is in the background with the miniature village in the foreground. Cool juxtaposition, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5IASBroI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1EQd2debIjI/s1600-h/DSC_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl5IASBroI/AAAAAAAAEw0/1EQd2debIjI/s400/DSC_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375460808664919682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4TzQ6EzI/AAAAAAAAEwU/3x_Hh4qOt0c/s1600-h/DSC_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl4TzQ6EzI/AAAAAAAAEwU/3x_Hh4qOt0c/s400/DSC_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459911817368370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cinderella's Castle - which, as I'm sure you already know, was inspired by Neuschwanstein Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a linkindex="47" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Neuschwanstein_Castle_Cropped_frm_PC.jpg" class="image" title="Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria - Walt Disney's inspiration for Cinderella Castle."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/97/Neuschwanstein_Castle_Cropped_frm_PC.jpg/250px-Neuschwanstein_Castle_Cropped_frm_PC.jpg" class="thumbimage" width="250" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuschwanstein - the real deal, not a miniature. For all the trivia buffs out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-5214527094033157450?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Spl2o0FtpAI/AAAAAAAAEwE/uluifpwxlYY/s72-c/DSC_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-4414172616657055864</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T02:26:04.816-05:00</atom:updated><title>33rd Anniversary Surprise</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpjXiuZ8wkI/AAAAAAAAEvg/N-0Taia-Dh4/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpjXiuZ8wkI/AAAAAAAAEvg/N-0Taia-Dh4/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375283146839081538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day One - Disneyland at the Main Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised Mike with a trip to California for our 33rd anniversary. He didn't know where we were going until the Saturday night before we left (which was the following Wednesday night). I had "suggested" he take vacation on specific days (that should have been his FIRST clue!) and then liaised with his assistant at work to make sure he didn't have any meetings or calls scheduled the afternoon of our departure as we would have to be on the road to Houston Intercontinental during rush hour as it was. I was a bit nervous about making the plans by myself and also the destination. We go to Florida for our yearly to bi-annual Disney vacation with the kids and grands so figured it might be tough emotionally to go to Florida without our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage.&lt;/span&gt; Tim had gone to California for business back in May and Megan flew out for a long weekend to join him. They went to Disneyland and also explored the beach highways and thoroughly enjoyed it. So an idea was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to figure out the logistics of the trip (frequent flier miles for flights? Marriott Rewards for accommodation?? Disneyland for 2 or 3 or 4 days???), Disney sent me an email offering "buy 3 days get 2 free" for park passes and hotel packages. That made up my mind and cinched the deal. I used Continental OnePass miles to get our flights free (yeah!) and bought the package from the Disney Travel Company for the rest. Win/win!! Flights booked, room/passes/rental car reserved well in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the UPS nightmare. I thought I'd get my travel documents from Disney via USPS. But they sent them UPS, with no advance notification, and a signature IN PERSON requirement. And I was out of town when they tried to deliver. Mom called me to tell me that a note had been left on the door claiming 3 attempts had been made to deliver this and it was being sent back. Well, as (a) there were no stickers for attempt 1 or 2 and (b) I had been home on the day of the supposed first attempt, this all sounded very suspicious to me. At this point, I didn't even know it was the Disneyland documents. I called UPS and told them I was out of town, needed to have a redelivery attempt when I got back and asked who the package was from. And all this was during the week Megan had her post-surgical complications and was in the hospital in Pflugerville - and I was with her. To make a long story short, promises were made, no follow through, notices given that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was sent back-no it's on the truck out for delivery-no, we've LOST the parcel&lt;/span&gt;". I finally called Disney Travel and they calmly said, "You shouldn't have to worry about any of this! We'll take care of it!" And they did. The package was indeed lost so Disney sent a replacement via overnight shipping (and I knew to expect it!).  Magical moments restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not talking to UPS for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to John Wayne Airport on a late flight Wednesday night (8/19) arriving close to midnight. We stayed at the Anaheim Marriott Suites - our room was on the 7th floor, facing towards Disneyland, and were able to watch the fireworks every single night at 9:25 - how cool was THAT?? And having a rental car was a good idea as we wanted to explore the area as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about our trip next post. And photos. Yes, lots of photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-4414172616657055864?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/33rd-anniversary-surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SpjXiuZ8wkI/AAAAAAAAEvg/N-0Taia-Dh4/s72-c/DSC_0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-4712870589889641913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T15:14:53.537-05:00</atom:updated><title>Marathon Summer</title><description>Hey there - remember me? The one who USED to blog with regularity and then dropped completely off the radar? I'm BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a marathon - I may not have physically RUN 26 miles (or whatever an actual marathon is) but I feel like I have this summer. Beginning with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lleyton's&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday party, the summer flew by. Some random (and I mean RANDOM) thoughts and summer highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hottest summer I can remember - in both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DFW&lt;/span&gt; area and Katy. When a day was cooler than 100F, it actually felt good. I've never seen so many days with 100+ temps and I have the four digit July electric bill to prove it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer is pregnant with baby #3 and was sick as a dog for the first trimester which was bad for her but fun for ME as she, Ben and Luke practically lived with me in Katy for about a month of that time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lleyton&lt;/span&gt; had his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday (Cars, Trucks and Things That Go Party) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pflugerville&lt;/span&gt;. And I got to make the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben learned to swim - in my pool...sniff...I'm so proud!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luke had his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday (Cow Party - that's P-A-R-T-Y, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pattie&lt;/span&gt;, for all you smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alecks&lt;/span&gt;) in Keller. I got to make the cake - again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mirai&lt;/span&gt; had her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday (Silly Monkey Party) in Keller at our vacation place. I got to make the cake(s) - cupcake tree and a layered cake with her own personal monkey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bounce Houses are great investments for grandparents. Well worth the money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carpeted stairs are better to fall down then wooden stairs if you are 2 years old - or any age for THAT matter (just ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lleyton&lt;/span&gt;...and for the record, it was the CARPETED ones he took a dive on, not the wooden ones, probably saving a trip to the ER and possibly his life...shudder, shudder...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All gallbladder surgeries are not created equal. Just ask Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two surgeries under general anesthetic within a week of each other are not a picnic. Again, just ask Megan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relatives with gardening expertise are much better than hiring total strangers. Our garden(s) - both of them - ROCK! (Thanks, Jason!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having two boys spend the night while their folks celebrate their anniversary isn't anymore work than having just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought I'd have three, yes, THREE dogs. Sigh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mike can add NYC and D.C. to his repertoire of travel destinations besides his usual Kazakhstan. Discover America!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working with UPS to redeliver an important package that then becomes lost was torture. They totally let me down. On my black list for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Icemakers&lt;/span&gt; that aren't cleaned every six months will land you a very expensive repair bill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding Anniversary #33 is the "Disneyland" anniversary. Hallmark begs to differ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fort Worth has a zoo worthy of obtaining an annual membership. I need to get one - Jen has one for her family. I think I've visited 3 or 4 times in the past 12 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expatriate relationships last a LONG time! Reunion with three families from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Stavanger&lt;/span&gt;, Norway days this summer was fantastic - thanks ANN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neighborhood wading pools are fab if you have young grandchildren - 18" depth was perfect! And the pizza place delivers to the POOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; from the Diamond Club area is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;superfantabulously&lt;/span&gt; wonderful! Taking guests to enjoy it with you even more so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Houston has a children's museum that is really cool - especially their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kidtropolis&lt;/span&gt; (new this year). Just hard to go in summer when every single (it seemed) daycare center was also visiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;.com launched their site for kids at kids.woot.com - check it OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone needing any decomposed granite can get it FREE off my driveway in Katy. Still there. Still waiting to get a nasty letter from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt; giving us 10 days to get rid of it. Don't know HOW to "get rid" of decomposed granite - can't put it in the trash, can't put it in the garden beds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt; - any ideas?? Friends took some of it; I swear the stuff grows at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet potato vine is the best accessory for your garden - it's a great filler, literally, and adds a great dimension of color since it's lighter green against darker greens and seasonal color. Like the tacky bracelet described in "Bridget Jones' Diary" - "it's what I'd call an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all-rounder&lt;/span&gt; - goes with anything, anywhere..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're still reading this, you deserve a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, that's it for today...the Reader's Digest version of my summer sans the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters to the Editor&lt;/span&gt; or the "Life in Uniform" jokes. I will post photos from our recent Disney vacation soon - I've got to edit them a bit and pare them down to a dozen or so from the (large number) I actually took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-4712870589889641913?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/marathon-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-2979388403788460823</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T08:20:56.032-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mission Accomplished!</title><description>Megan is out of her surgery and it was, thankfully, "textbook". They did find a leak, put in a stent, will keep her overnight but anticipate a MUCH easier ride from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your prayers and comments. We all appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-2979388403788460823?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/mission-accomplished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-6471550430790532852</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T20:39:34.858-05:00</atom:updated><title>Update on Megan</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Megan had complications following her surgery last Friday. As most of you know, I took her to the ER on Tuesday when she started having severe pain. They admitted her and administered IV drugs (morphine based) and tried to wean her to oral meds. Today they did a HIDA test (Google it) and it looks like there is a small leak, probably from the bile duct. So at 7:15am they'll do another surgery to put a stent in. It will be done endoscopically through her mouth and will not require (shouldn't anyway) any incisions. They will inject dye to see where the leak is and then do the repair. Hopefully that will be the end of the matter and she might even be able to go home tomorrow night or Saturday morning. Then, if they put in a stent, she'll go back in 4-6 weeks for an outpatient procedure to remove the stent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are in George West with her folks. Mike will drive to Austin tomorrow sometime after having arrived back in the US tonight. I wish he could have come tonight but that's not a good idea after traveling 28 hours to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted and let you know how things are going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-6471550430790532852?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-megan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-1346183410736717336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T00:58:40.099-05:00</atom:updated><title>Megan. Poor baby...</title><description>Most of you know Megan had her gallbladder out last Friday. What you might not know is that Tuesday she had a set-back in her recovery. I had come in on Sunday from a weekend in Keller to keep her company and watch the kids while Tim was away in California. She was feeling pretty good considering she'd been sliced and diced and cored just a couple of days earlier. Monday was fairly uneventful - lots of catching up on important things like watching all the DVDs we hadn't seen in ages or missed in the theaters. The kids were down in George West with their other grandmother, MoMo, who was going to drive them up here (Pflugerville) on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, Megan started having a pain that quickly escalated into an 11 on a scale of 1 to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her surgeon's office and was told to take her to the ER (that's A&amp;amp;E to all you Brits out there). Dogs were thrown into the yard, water put out and I literally sped her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, after a contrast CAT scan, blood work and other tests, the reason for her pain was inconclusive. However, the pain was very real. A very strong pain med was administered via IV which made it more manageable. Tim made the decision, after much texting back and forth, to come home from California, where he was on business from Sunday afternoon, as soon as possible. Her surgeon's partner came by late afternoon and decided to admit her so the pain could be managed via IV with "stronger stuff" and to observe her. Relief all around - literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flashes from both Katy church of Christ and Brentwood church of Christ resulted in a huge prayer chain and my facebook notices received so many helpful and prayer-promise comments for which we are so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, Megan was "shaken AND stirred" as Bond would not have said. She is still in the hospital and doing better, becoming more ambulatory - and has switched to oral pain meds instead of the stronger IV meds as of today. When the doctor comes to visit tomorrow, we have high hopes that she'll be released to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has officially joined the ranks of people who have had gallbladder surgery and have a story to tell! Unfortunately, gallstones are now considered a "bio-hazard" so are not given to the patient anymore so there goes her chances of someday being a grandma who terrorizes and delights her grandchildren by showing them like MY grandma did. :) Instead they now photograph the procedure and give you about eight photos of the surgery and the stones they removed. Not exactly Christmas card stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully she is on the downside of this and will go from strength to strength from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought ya ought to know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-1346183410736717336?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/megan-poor-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-2407944382395933199</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T05:00:05.384-05:00</atom:updated><title>Who are those masked men??</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWShwQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAEr0/nkRtyXWZTMY/s1600-h/DSC_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWShwQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAEr0/nkRtyXWZTMY/s400/DSC_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365355639670571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just coming up for air following my marathon "back in the saddle again" parenting experience - aka "Jennifer is sick as a dog with this pregnancy and spent the past three weeks in Katy with me so I could take care of the boys as well as her". So during the next few days (weeks?), I will start posting photos of some of the things we did during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we did on a fairly regular if not daily basis was swimming. We discovered that the subdivision pool facility had a wading pool, protected by a sun-filtering transparent tarp, so we often went there. So between our own pool and the community pool, we spent many mornings in the water. Ben even learned to swim and tread water but more on that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here is what the fashionable pre-school set is wearing to the beach these days. Some arm candy for this Gramma, eh?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-2407944382395933199?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-are-those-masked-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWShwQ0A2I/AAAAAAAAEr0/nkRtyXWZTMY/s72-c/DSC_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-4673581287033783886</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T08:14:36.769-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Mike, wherever you are!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPnkzZCQI/AAAAAAAAErk/BibwqyEKtL4/s1600-h/323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPnkzZCQI/AAAAAAAAErk/BibwqyEKtL4/s400/323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365352441138710786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike - probably about 2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CF (Chief Friend) is turning 54 today, but he's out of the country. Boo! So I'll have to send him salutations via phone and the nets. SO impersonal! But I have big things planned for a celebration when he gets back to 'the land of his birth'. No, I'm NOT jumping out of a cake - we can't afford a cake THAT big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "meanwhile", Happy Birthday, Babe! We all love you and wish you were here, instead of there..."there" being where we are not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPnczIjNI/AAAAAAAAErc/KdeMLlTWQAo/s1600-h/284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPnczIjNI/AAAAAAAAErc/KdeMLlTWQAo/s400/284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365352438990146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's the one on the right - with his sister, Cindy, and brother, Pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPm5PmjII/AAAAAAAAErU/cY89DHaZtYM/s1600-h/175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 520px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPm5PmjII/AAAAAAAAErU/cY89DHaZtYM/s400/175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365352429445876866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten - ain't he the cutest thang!? I think he must have some "elfin" in him. No, wait, it has to be Vulcan. "Live long and prosper" kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; beloved, Cheri, with love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPn-2AL1I/AAAAAAAAErs/1ciBG9DhwAk/s1600-h/1st+b%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPn-2AL1I/AAAAAAAAErs/1ciBG9DhwAk/s400/1st+b%27day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365352448128986962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-4673581287033783886?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-mike-wherever-you-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SnWPnkzZCQI/AAAAAAAAErk/BibwqyEKtL4/s72-c/323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-6815214576723314183</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-15T14:56:59.040-05:00</atom:updated><title>Shamlessly pimping from another's blog...</title><description>Recently we were up at Keller (again - I know, "surprise, surprise!") to&lt;a href="http://drennonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/mirais-2nd-birthday.html"&gt; celebrate Mirai's 2nd birthday&lt;/a&gt; and also attended &lt;a href="http://drennonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html"&gt;a July 3rd (yes, that's a three, not a four - not a typo) celebration in Roanoke&lt;/a&gt;. As I neither took photos nor have yet blogged about it, I'm going to direct you to &lt;a href="http://drennonfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan's blog for the scoop. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes better pictures anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this plagiarism? Or just directing you to infinitely better photography and reporting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought the latter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have no shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks, Megan!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-6815214576723314183?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/07/shamlessly-pimping-from-anothers-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-78096331226080167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T23:59:05.066-05:00</atom:updated><title>Yup, behind again...</title><description>Well, by now I should have had lovely posts, complete with photos, celebrating Timothy, Jenjer, Luke and Miria's birthdays. But I haven't. And I'm sorry (to Tim, Jenjer, Luke and Mirai) for not having done so. And it's not gonna happen anytime soon either as I'm getting a crash course in being a "mom" to two little boys. It's been 20 plus years since I've done this and I'm a bit rusty at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Jennifer is pregnant with Baby No. 3. And Baby is making Jennifer sick. Literally. Sick. As. A. Dog. So she and the boys are down here in Katy with me while Jen tries to stay till, keep food down and think happy thoughts. And I am taking care of the boys. I'm getting into a bit of a rythm now and am actually watching a little tv (and, obviously, some blogging) before I head to bed instead of staggering to bed, falling flat on my face and falling into a deep sleep like I've done the previous two nights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me as I "remediate" on parenting once again. And keep Jennifer and Baby No. 3 in your prayers please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-78096331226080167?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/07/yup-behind-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-4965297894675441759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T13:08:25.569-05:00</atom:updated><title>My secret garden...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SkkCpqnCGMI/AAAAAAAAERo/T-HSmw892RM/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SkkCpqnCGMI/AAAAAAAAERo/T-HSmw892RM/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352812546942441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Welcome to our home! A view of the front door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SkkCpeEBKeI/AAAAAAAAERg/zVpP0xl5jOM/s1600-h/DSC_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SkkCpeEBKeI/AAAAAAAAERg/zVpP0xl5jOM/s400/DSC_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352812543574354402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_2gx7fLI/AAAAAAAAERY/ibq3twVv-EI/s1600-h/DSC_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 590px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_2gx7fLI/AAAAAAAAERY/ibq3twVv-EI/s400/DSC_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352809469107207346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looking into "The Grotto" onto the outdoor kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May, Jennifer and Jason came to Katy to oversee the garden maintenance/overhaul that was long overdue here. I did a pretty decent job of overseeing the building and decoration of this house, planning interior spaces for use and making use of colors and our furniture to create a warm and inviting interior. But I dropped the ball on the exterior totally - due to both lack  of time and ignorance. I know now that several things should have been done differently. First of all, I should not have had the pool company be involved with the landscaping at ALL! The pool company promised a landscape plan that their landscaper couldn't provide given the funds he was given by the pool company for this purpose. By then we were too close to closing to do much about it. I should have contacted various local landscaping companies to come and make suggestions based on what our use of the space would be, taking into account what we would be viewing from INSIDE the house and how well it continued style-wise into the outdoor spaces. Then I should have taken several bids from the companies whose ideas we liked and then made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_2NfYEwI/AAAAAAAAERQ/sP22zWG0J1A/s1600-h/DSC_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 612px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_2NfYEwI/AAAAAAAAERQ/sP22zWG0J1A/s400/DSC_0978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352809463929115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. And have lived to "rue the day". So we were working with a plan that wasn't ideal but one which was already "in" and "paid for". We were forced to work within certain parameters of the current scape and needed knowledgeable help to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68B1uIcI/AAAAAAAAEQo/609XAzncLcU/s1600-h/DSC_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68B1uIcI/AAAAAAAAEQo/609XAzncLcU/s400/DSC_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352804066322686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet potato vine, roses and ixora, oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where Jason comes into the picture. You see, he loves gardening. And he enjoys it. And he knows what he's doing.  They all came down on a Tuesday night and for the next 5 days, we sweated, we tore out, we replanted...you name it...and we have a gorgeous garden with growth plans in place. We'd had some trees removed and some new ones installed, three of which are already victims of the Great Hot Texas Summer of 2009, but they have a warranty on them so come fall I'll have them replaced. A flagstone path with ledge stone edges was the biggest project. And it wasn't laying stone and putting down decomposed granite that was the biggest issue - it was getting the established thatch of turf to "budge" to remove it prior to installation that proved to be the real back-breaker! Even the tiller we rented had a hard time gnawing through it. Mike and Jason resorted to using pickaxes to cut through it all. But it turned out beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68nwPtwI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/xttOTssYmGw/s1600-h/DSC_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 566px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68nwPtwI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/xttOTssYmGw/s400/DSC_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352804076500268802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of plants were bought at the &lt;a href="http://www.brookwoodcommunity.org/"&gt;Brookwood Community.&lt;/a&gt; I'd never even heard of this place until my hairdresser, Terri, told me about it. If you're in the west Houston area and have never been, you have to drive out there! We bought things like Butterfly Weed, Knock-out Roses, mosses, sweet potato vine, hibiscus to name but a FEW. I even got a lime tree to put in a container on the patio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj67mCoRfI/AAAAAAAAEQg/rX-C03kV2qU/s1600-h/DSC_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 548px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj67mCoRfI/AAAAAAAAEQg/rX-C03kV2qU/s400/DSC_0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352804058860635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to add another crape myrtle in the front bed between the front door and the bay window to Mike's study next year as well as adding a play scape in the backyard. But those are projects for another day, another fiscal year. :) For now, I am happy to have a plan, a  maintained garden and knowledge of how to do both. And I've also learned that removing a few weeds a day, as they pop up, is infinitely easier to deal with than trying to pull them out after a long while left unattended (not to mention how much BETTER and CLEANER it all looks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_1WK9PtI/AAAAAAAAERA/Ng4ZaF1Cnp8/s1600-h/DSC_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 563px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj_1WK9PtI/AAAAAAAAERA/Ng4ZaF1Cnp8/s400/DSC_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352809449079520978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to Jason (and Jenny too) - I hope this can be an annual event! I have SUCH plans for NEXT year (run, run...flee while you can!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68bRIFkI/AAAAAAAAEQw/C7BRnIAsrHE/s1600-h/DSC_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/Skj68bRIFkI/AAAAAAAAEQw/C7BRnIAsrHE/s400/DSC_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352804073148520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-4965297894675441759?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-secret-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5ysnlM7Wc/SkkCpqnCGMI/AAAAAAAAERo/T-HSmw892RM/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852618309954773158.post-7592491610379221423</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T12:27:43.364-05:00</atom:updated><title>A new member of the family...</title><description>Yup, we have a new dog. Call me crazy, but (hello, Crazy Butt!) we decided to take a "semi" rescue dog. She's not truly a rescue dog in that she was abused or abandoned or anything. She's just "made the rounds" of the family and has finally come back to her town of birth, Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was bought as a pup for Jen and Jason back in 2002 while we were living overseas. I think I was living vicariously in my need for a puppy through them and they enjoyed her, spirited schnauzer that she is, until Ben was born. Sophie is a large miniature - she's more like a small standard really - and has a bark that can put hair on your chest! (so to speak - no gazing at mine next we meet please...) So when Ben was born, between Emma, the barking daschund and Sophie, the barking schnauzer, he was often awakened by the Doggy Chorus Cacophony numerous times a day. Christopher and Jenjer agreed to take Sophie (after all, they had "only" four QUIET ferrets to contend with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2007. Chris and Jenjer became the parents of Mirai. School, jobs, baby, tight budget...and a schnauzer. Sweet schnauzer but loud and barking when someone came to the door. I heard they were looking to rehome her in May and I decided the poor girl should just come back to me, return to the "land of her birth" (aka Katy) and took her on a trial basis. I've had her about a month now and think I can safely say she's home for good. Shelby and Izzie were none to pleased by another interloper but they've learned to get over themselves once they figured Sophie wasn't just visiting. Shelby likes to assert her authority and perceived "superiority" on occasion but for the most part, our "pack" is doing well. Izzie seems to vacillate between "you are at the bottom of the pack and have to bow to me as well" and "you are bigger than Shelby and can overtake her - and I'm here to help". It's funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer said, before I took Sophie back to Katy the first time, "Well, Sophie-girl, you don't now it yet, but you're headed to Dog Heaven down there in Katy!" BIG yard to play in (Chris and Jen live in a condo) and other dogs to play with are just the starters. Sophie has turned out to be a VERY sweet and QUITE obedient lady and I think I've been able to somewhat break her of the "barkies" with a water bottle - she does NOT like getting "spritzed" when she barks! All THREE are much quieter now that I've instituted Operation Dreaded Water Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Megan I should just rename them Small, Medium and Large (Shelby, Izzie and Sophie). She laughed and suggested Tall, Venti and Grande. When I related this to Benjamin on the phone, he said, "Oh Gramma! You can't name those dogs those COFFEE names!" and I realized just how much we must go to Starbucks for a 4 year old to know what that meant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I thought I had a photo of her but I left my camera in Keller on Saturday so will have to post one later. Today she is having surgery - a teeth cleaning/descaling as well as a "mass removal" (lump on her side). Once she gets home and I have a camera, I'll share a photo our The Lady. When she is groomed, she is WHITE! Evidently her undercoat is white but her hard coat is silver.  So more later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5852618309954773158-7592491610379221423?l=mrsculater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrsculater.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-member-of-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady"))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>