Tuesday, March 24, 2009

If you're going to San Francisco...

To start with, other than J-Pants getting attacked by a stray colt, we had a great time in San Francisco.
We didn't get to do any swimming thanks to the freezing water...
..but at least J-Pants got to chase some seagulls, so it wasn't a complete loss.
Alcatraz was pretty cool. I thought it was funny that they claim no one ever successfully escaped, even though several men were never found after a breakout.  
This homeless guy was my favorite. He would sit behind these branches and then scare unsuspecting people as they walked past. J-Pants and I watched people scream for a good half hour.
One of the days we got to bike over to and across the Golden Gate Bridge, and then into Sausalito for lunch. 
The guy behind J-pants kept trying to get out of the picture so I waited until he was looking and then took the picture ha ha.
Between Chinatown, Fisherman's Wharf, small theater plays, sushi, and the de Young museum we had a great time. I didn't leave my heart in San Francisco, but I did leave a well fed homeless person. 


P.S. For some strange reason I found the plants in San Francisco so huggable.


Thursday, March 12, 2009

Open your Golden Gates

Jordan and I are headed to San Francisco on Tuesday and neither of us have ever been. Other than eating too much and trying not to get crushed by trolleys, does anyone have any suggestions for what we should do?

Monday, March 9, 2009

Sorry Nascar, I just don't see us being friends

Every year J-Pants and his parents go to the Nascar race in Vegas. And while I love J-pants and love spending time with him, I also love not having to watch Nascar. So even though I've been learning about the fine competition of automotive racing, I knew that J-Pants would have so much more fun without me scowling and asking when the race would be over. 
After cordially backing out, I was able to use that time as an excuse to get my girls together and head to St. George.  It was nice to have a whole weekend of warm weather, windless days (after living in Laramie I forgot what those sounded like), Cafe Rio (even though the lady behind the counter called me sir), and trying the entire time not to pee my pants because of my hilarious friends. I give this weekend a perfect 10.