Music

I love music.
What would we do with out it?
Really!
What if you NEVER got to have a song stuck in your head?
Hey, I will take The Wiggles or Dora in my head any day over nothing at all.
Sometimes, I wake up with a song that is my head, and no lie, my day will parallel that song.
Sometimes it is good thing.....other times not

I know I have posted my "Favorites....for right now" here before.
I have had them on a play list too.
I will get that back up.

This is a list of songs that I listen to everyday.
Some, for the last week.
Some for longer.



Engineers- (I effed up, so these first three songs are not on the playlist you can listen to, but I will fix it)
*Home
*Forgiveness
*Come In Out of the Rain
*Waved On

India.Arie-
*Beautiful
***I don't think I will EVER EVER EVER EVER get sick of this song. EVER!

Passion Pit-
*Sleepyhead
*Moths Wings

Pink Floyd-
*Coming Back To Life
*Learning to Fly
*The Turning Away
***Ok, really.....honestly...truthfully...how does it get any better than Pink Floyd? Ok, I get it. There are two types of Pink Floyd. There is the Syd Barrett Pink Floyd and the David Gilmour Pink Floyd. If you are a fan of Pink Floyd, you may prefer one over the other....as I do. My preference? Well, clearly, based of the 3 songs above, I am a David Gilmour fan.
But even with the paranoid and angry Syd Barrett, really.....You cant get better than Pink Floyd.
K. I am off my PF soap box.

Q-Tip
*Life Is Better (Featuring Norah Jones)

****K, here is the explanation. I get it....you're prally thinking...."Um Alisa, you know that you are a white, fat, uncool mom.....right?" Yes, I am aware of all of those things. However, it will change. Well, all of it but the White part.
I have a friend that introduced me to this song. I liked it. I like most anything with a good beat. Norah adds to it. I have listened to alot of other Q-Tip songs, but none that I have wanted to commit to. So, as I was saying. My friend introduced me to this song last year. Its on my gym play list. Sometimes I like to know the words to the songs I like, and other times, I don't like to bother. This one I started getting down with out really realizing it. It wasn't an conscious effort I was putting forth.
One say I asked said friend "Do you know the lyrics to Life Is Better?"
His response- "I wish"
End result:
I am going to "out Q-Tip" said friend.
I knew that I wasn't going to see him for at least a couple of weeks, if not more.
And by the time I saw him again, I would have it all down.
So, that is why I have been listening to it everyday. And because I like it.
I am about 65% with the lyrics.
They aren't easy.
Look them up and give it a listen.

-Radiohead
*High and Dry
*House of Cards
*No More Surprises

-Ryan Adams
*Wonderwall

***Ok, before I get a scolding from my from Nicky....I love Ryan Adams. And I listen to him ALL the time. However, this is the one that I listen to daily.

Check 'em out.

Christmas and such

I found myself being angry that some blogs I follow have not posted in a while.
Then I realized how hypocritical that is.

Sometimes I don't think that I have anything to write about. And sometimes I actually don't. But other times, I just have to be quiet for a second, and think about what has happened over the last few weeks.

I had to look to see if I had posted anything since Christmas.
Nope, I didn't.

Christmas is great and wonderful and CAN be magical.....but seriously, lets face it.......Christmas is a commercialized pain in the ass. And I buy into it every year.
This year was the worst. Not necessarily buying into the whole commercialized BS part.....but rather procrastinating and such, therefore not really getting into the true meaning, or the magic of it.

Everyone has there own "True Meaning" of Christmas.
For me, my "True Meaning" of Christmas is quality time spent with loved ones. Reconnecting with the real relationship you have with those close to you. Service. Totally about service.
Ugh! I am so mad at myself that I let those things slip.
I was so caught up in other things, that I allowed myself to get stressed out about what I thought others expectations of me were (not cuz they told me....they don't know. I know your expectations of me and your judgments better than you ever could....right?)

Last year I approached my family with the idea of serving a family for Christmas.
Everyone of us have what we need, and pretty much what we want.
The last thing I wanted from anyone was some clearance gadget from Bed Bath and Beyond.
And I sure as hell wasn't interested in purchasing same said gadget for anyone else.
So, instead of any of us buying anything for each other, we would put that money towards a family.
It was a great experience.

So, I wanted to do the same thing year.
In fact I wanted to do multiple families.
One that the Schmidt Family could serve. One that the Boulter/McDonald Family could serve. And one that we could serve with our friends. (Cuz here is the truth...we have kick ass friends)
Ask me if ANY of them happened.

Wait...don't.

It will make me feel bad about it all over again.
What did I do instead?

Did I get my shopping done early? Nope.
Done by Dec 1st? Nope
Done by mid Dec? Nope
Actually, DONE would imply that at one point I even started. So lets start over.
Start my shopping early? NOPE
Start my shopping by December 1st? NOPE
START my shopping by MID DECEMBER??? NOPE!!!

I started my shopping December 21st.
And I hated every moment of it.
And all I had to really shop for was Tye and Grace.
Tye is a "what do I buy Tye" disaster from hell anyway. Really. I get it that I may exaggerate at times.....but this is not one of the times. The fact that I have to call his friends to get ideas about what to get him, lets you know how bad of a wife I really am. I made him agree that this year he will not buy anything for himself after September 1st.
Seriously, throw us a bone here.

I had the entire week of Christmas off, and it was not relaxing. Not at all. It was hectic and fast and stressful.
It is no one elses fault but my own.

I will do better this year.

This year, we will serve a family. (Maybe more)
This year, we will spend quality time with those that we love.
This year, it will feel magical and yummy.
This year, my house will smell like pine trees and gingerbread cookies.
This year, my house will be decorated with cute little holiday crafts that Grace and I do.
This year, there will be no tension, no stress about what to get someone. Because there will only be 2 people that I buy for.
I am going to be straight up honest. Other than Tye and Grace, there was only ONE person of all the others I purchased gifts for, that I was excited about. Truly....ONE!
That's CRAP!

So then Christmas was over.
Whew!

Next, New Years.

Here is the short version:

Rather than focusing on New Years, we had a "Brian Is Gooder Than Hell" party for our friend (and one of my favoritest people) Brian.

It was fun.
It was crazy.
At times dramatic.
But we were super glad to celebrate his birthday at our house.

However, it took us about 4 days to clean the house.

I am glad the chance of that happening again is a year away. :D

And lastly.....
3 days after I got my Jeep. Tye totaled his truck.
But, it was totaled.
So we will see what they will pay us for it, and Tye will get a new truck .
I think he was just jealous of my Jeep.
Truly.
I am not kidding.


And, I am sorry if you get to be one of the recipients of Graces message......
If you are, it will sound like this.....


"Hey there Sonny- Names Everett. These two soggy sonsabitches are Pete and Delmar." Followed by her famous Bart Simpson laugh.
Who am I kidding, I am not sorry if you get that message. Consider yourself lucky if you do.
Its funnier than hell!
So far there has only been two people that she has left that message for.
I wouldn't let her call Gma and Gpa.....so sorry.

Go ahead. Judge Me.


A

Pictures

Here are some pictures of the tattoo process.

I love you Erin. Thanks for coming and listening to me talk inappropriately with Nic. :)
However, you are a crappy phone photographer. :)
LOVE YOU!!












Nic is good. He did my foot.
He is a nice guy. Funny.
Not gonna lie, a bit intimidating at first.
But I realized that if I am the first to throw out an inappropriate, off color comment....that tends to make the mood soften.
Ya know. Mellow out.

Tell me who is intimidating after they are told that it is ok if they touch my boob.
Ok. Condition.
It has to be an accident.

Intimidation.....gone.

See, I told you.
Inappropriate.

Those who love and know me well would not, if fact, DO NOT expect anything less.

Things are changing kids.
I can feel it.
Some notice it.
I notice it.
I talk to myself about it.

I laugh more.
I smile more.
I tend to be more outgoing.
I am more confidant.
I try new things.

I dig it.
I dig it alot.

Wanna see my family?
As in my parents, brothers and sisters?

Here are my parents....sorry ma and pa, I had to post this one.



Oldest Sister Monika.....isnt she hot?


Monika's son Noah with my brother Erik.


Sister Kristin.....nuther hottie....



This is where I come in. 3rd kid.
The reason the rest of them exist. No lie. Ask my mom....when she wakes up. :)


Kristins boys Jordan and Zach.



Brother Erik with his wife Jana and two kids Kannon and Nakaia.


Anna (my sunshine) with late husband Brian (love you B!) and Ava


Flash dancer Ava


Anna and Baby Bella


Brother Matt and his wife Alisa.


Sister Erin and Girlfriend Midge


Doesnt my family rock?
I mean, ok, so most of you have not met them, but just look at them. They rock!
Which leads me to continue to wonder....where the hell did I come from?
Not that I dont rock.
But look how hawt they all are.
I got robbed.

Seriously, WTF?

Oh well, I am the funniest.
I will still be funny when I am old and wrinkly and beauty has fallen to the floor like cigarette ashes, and swept under the moldy ole rug.

So there.

Alisa

Hi!

Its freakin cold out there!! My Gosh!

Tye spent most of the day plowing the neighborhoods driveways.

He is funny.

We have a Polaris Ranger. (Ok, it really is his)

He put the shovel on it and went to town today.

All the neighbors came out and thanked him, then asked him to do the next neighbor.

Then he went to another neighborhood, across from Antelope Drive. He wanted to go plow our friends, Mike and Jen, driveway.

I dig him.

Alot.

He just got back from a C-R-A-Z-Y buffalo hunt.

Yep, buffalo.

He was gone for about 10 days.

Grace and I went up there last weekend.

We really had a great time.

While we were there, Tye had his brother Yale, his buddies Brian, Mike, Herb and Jerry there as well.

For a half a second, I thought "I am not sure that I want to hang out with all the dudes".

Duh!

HELLO?

Truth is, I have always hung out with the dudes better than the chics.

Thats not to say that I dont have girlfriends that I consider sisters.

Just, as a whole, I do the dude thing better.

Brian and Yale


Brian, Tye and Yale


Brian, Mike, Yale and Tye

I am lucky though. Cuz I love all of Tye's friends. Serious. I know women who are disgusted by and HATE their husbands friends.

I really do love them. I have a friendship with about 95% of them outside of the friendship that they have with Tye. Really, his friends are our family. Especially these guys.

I think that is groovy.

So this last weekend was nothing but fun.

Turnin up the Ipod in the RV and dancin, sitting by the fire playing STUPID games **wink at Brian** (Still fun), sittin in the tent while Yale and Tye jam on their guitars, then going out to look for the buffalo.

Really, I cherish these times, and I am so thankful that I get to have them. And specifically this weekend, that I got to have the time with Brian, Mike, Yale and Tye. (And Jerry and Herb, but they didnt stay long).

So, for years, Tye has been a pretty serious hunter. He is so freakin smart about it. People come to him constantly about hunting. Whether it is about where to hunt, how to hunt or when to hunt (and everything in between). He knows his stuff. Anyway, I have never gone hunting with him. I really am not interested in killing something. But I have no judgement about anyone else hunting. Plus, we eat everything he hunts.

In the 12 years that we have been together, I have never ever ever ever shot a bow. That is until last Saturday.

I picked up Graces bow (which is adjusted to a 7 year old) and just started trying to figure it out.

Now, it isnt brain surgery.

Hell, it isnt even Oral Surgery. But still, it isnt like you pick it up and you are just good at it.....well, unless you're me. :)

I played for about 3 hours straight while listening to Pink Floyd and Aerosmith.

It was good.

When Tye got back that night from glassing (and whatever else), once I got past my furry, I let him know that he gets to buy his wife a bow.

The next day, he adjusted Graces bow so my draw was alot further, and he set it to a higher poundage. (I am just pulling this lingo out, I have no idea if what I am saying is right or not)

Since my draw was alot farther than Graces, I needed to use longer arrows.

Thanks Brian.

He let me use his arrows.

I am not sure how far I shot from. But really, I kicked it!

No lie.

It totally turned Tye on.

Hell, I was turned on.

So, my point.

Shooting a bow is fun. And I didnt know that I would like it or be somewhat decent at it.

I cant wait to go shoot it again.
Really.
I think about it numerous times daily.
Like right now.
I am totally thinking about it this second.

So when Grace and I left, we left in a hurry. Snow was coming, and it was coming soon.

Tye and the boys had to pack up camp and move down lower. So I packed up and left in a hurry.

And we still got stuck in Price.

I was pretty pissed.

Not that I could have done anything about it. But I was still pissed.

I told Tye that it was BS that I didnt have a vehicle with 4 wheel drive.

This is the only time since we have been married that I have not had it.

Before I had a Cherokee, and before that I had a truck.

So, I warned him that by the time that he gets home from the hunt (Which was about 6 days later) I would have purchased a new vehicle. One with 4 wheel drive.

So guess what I did.

I bought a 2007 4 door Jeep Wrangler Unlimited X.

Yep.

I am STOKED!!!

I bought it out of Arizona. So I dont have it yet. But I should have it by the end of the week.

I am so stinkin excited.

Anywhoooo....last night I got a tattoo.

Number 4.

I LOVE IT!! Its for Grace. She loves dragonflies.
I was so stoked when this one happened. I am pretty sure no one else has this on their body.

Then I found another one that I will be getting. It represents the love between a mother and her daughter.

Seriously awesome.

Funny Grace:

Today we were making gingerbread men to hang on our tree.

Well....I burned the last batch.

She looked in the oven before I could get to them and said, "Hey mom, you burned the little bastards...."

WHAT?

She looks at me like she is in trouble.....and says "I was going to say that I didnt think that was a bad word, since dad says it....but dad says alot of bad words. So its bad huh?"

My reply: "Bad enough that it shouldnt come out of the mouth of a 7 year old."

My stern/suprised looked didnt hang around long. It was too funny.

Later Skater

Alisa

This is not a pretty post.

So if you cant handle hearing about animals ACCIDENTALLY getting hurt, you may want to leave.

So yesterday was a yummy day.

Cold outside, warm inside. House clean (somewhat), Grace watching movies, and I am trying on a few sugar free/starch free thanksgiving recipes.

I had like 7 candles burning in the house. It smelled good.

It started snowing at about 4. It was nice. It was pretty.

Later I decided I needed to get a few things at the store. So Grace and I got in the car.

We went to the store, turned in all her change for a small fortune($112.00!!), got what I needed, and went back to the car.

HOLY HELL!

It snowed ALOT in the 45 minutes we were in the store. My car was covered.

Well, we start home.

I am passing the movie theater, and suddenly my car is all CLUNK-WHAP-CRACK-WHOMP-KUPLUNTH-KUBLUNK

WHAT THE..........????????!!!!!!!!!!

I slowed down.

I could not see out of my back window, because of the snow.

So, I look in my side mirror.

I could not see anything.

Then... I could see something (mind you, I am pulled over, and looking behind me with my side mirror)through the lights of the cars far off in the road. Limping.

Its a dog.

A big dog. A Lab or a Retreiver.

"OH NO" I yell.

Grace says "What Mom? WHAT?"

"I just totally hit a dog. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot." (PG version)

((Just a thought that entered my mind now.....why am I saving the PG version for you...those who choose to read this, adults...rather than being PG with my daughters 7 year old ears....THAT is an AH HA moment for me. I will do better. ))

Ahhhh....I need to go back and make sure it doesnt get hit again. Poor dog. DAMNIT!! Ugh.

Ok.

So, I turn around.

Going slow.

Snowing like CRAZY!!

I cant see well at all.

Where is it?

I dont see....CLUNK-CRACK-THUD-THUNK-WOMP.....

SHIT!

SHIT!

SHIT!

SHIT!

I JUST HIT THE DOG AGAIN!!!!

I AM NOT LYING!!

I went to go check on the dog that I hit, get it out of the road, see if it has tags, whatever I can do.....AND I HIT IT AGAIN!!!!

So I pulled over...AGAIN.

Rolled down my window. I cant see it.

I cant see it anywhere.

Then I call my husband and yell to him... "I JUST HIT A DOG.....TWO TIMES!!"

"What, you hit two dogs?!"

Now as bad as it is to hear about or to actually hit a dog....that may have sounded better....hitting 2 different dogs.

"NO, THE SAME FREAKING DOG"!!!!

Oy.

So then I look again, and I can see it lying in the road.

I tell Tye I am going to go see if it can get up. Then I look again, and no lie, it was gone.

Where the hell did it go?

Tye says, "Alisa, JUST GO HOME!!"

There was no way in hell I was going to turn back around on that road to go home.

So I went through the neighborhood.

I couldn't hit the dog 3 times!!!

So, I call Animal Control, and tell them about it. They said they would go out there.

Grace asked me if I was going to have to go to Dog Court and talk to Priest.

I think she meant Judge.

I was so afraid to go past there today and see fur or blood on the road this morning.

But there was none.

I am sorry doggy.

I love these girls

I just wanted to post some pictures of my sister and her cute girls.
I am so grateful for Anna.
Truly.
She is amazing.
Over the last couple of days the whole tasing incident has been in the news again.
And this is not over.
She is UH-MAZING.
I know I have posted it before, but she is truly one of the strongest, grounded and clear people in my life.
I know she doesnt feel that way all the time, but she really is.
I love her.
I love her a lot.

All you have to do is look at her or meet her, and you know what I am talking about.




I love this picture




I mentioned back in June that I needed to post some pictures of Ava (the cutest little pixie in the world)

Here she is...... Flashdancer.....








And of coarse, Baby Bella. I LOVE to snuggle her. She falls right asleep with her head nestled in my cleavage. :)






I just love these girls.

I was really wishing badly last night that I was with my sister in California and my parents house. I just wanted to be near her. Scratch her back. Rub her head.


Thats all.

-A

Looks like I felt like blogging....

I have not blogged for a LONG time. It seems that I have started the previous 2 entries with that statement......this seems to be my trend. Man, it's a good thing I dont get paid for this. 

So, I am sure that there are a ton-o-things that have happened that I could blog about, but nothing that is so exciting that it warrants the 5 pages it would take.

Lets see, I think I told you about Vegas and skinny dipping on the last entry. 

Then, the first week of October, I went to San Francisco to have a kick ass weekend with one of my favorite people. 

Emily

Have I told you that I love her? Cuz I do. She truly is one of my favoritistest people in the world.

So, I hop on a flight to SF. I get in at like 1 pm. Emily came in from Sacramento to get me. I was SO excited to see her and have an adventure with her. (She is ANYTHING but dull, count on a good time with her)

So, we head into the city. I mention to her "Really..... I am STARVING."

She agrees, she is hungry too.

She suggests a cool little Indian place. Take out, cash only.

So, after a few wrong left turns and right turns, we find it. 

SUWEET! Parking right in front of the place. (Parking in SF is a JOKE)

We are getting our stuff out of the car, I grab my wallet, click the lock to lock the door and we shut our doors.

Emily turns, just as her door is shutting...(in slow motion, it seems) "Noooo.....wwwaaaiiiittttt.....sssshhhhoooooootttt".

Yup, keys locked in the car.

Here I was, trying to be responsible, and just assumed that Emily wanted to lock her car in the big ole city of San Francisco.

Well, you know what they say about assume..... it makes and ASS out of U and ME. I think in this case, it only made the ass out of me.

Well, we decide to go in and get some food, and call a locksmith. 

Food: Hello Heaven...... I will have the lamb. 

YUMM-O (so sorry for the RR reference. Promise I will not say EVOO)

Em got the homemade cottage cheese with mango or something. 

Oh My! I just need to let her order my food for me from now on. 

Oh wait...no I dont. My sticky rise and mango will come short of the sweetened condensed milk and mango. (That is later)

So, we get a phone book, find Locksmith, and seriously call the first one that we see. 

He said that he can come for $75.00. 

"Nope", she says. "I can have my room mate come."

$50.00?

Ok, $50.00.

So we eat, and we wait. Its take out only. So where do we eat? Well, on the curb of Fulmer and 4th Avenue of coarse. And I literally mean THE CURB.

About 45 minutes later, they pull up. 

This small, quite little Asian man, and this LOUD, big Black guy.

(The following is just the truth and has NOTHING to do with Race, gender, religion, or sexual preference......its just what happened)

Here they come, we say hello. We point to the car and they get to work. 

The quiet little Asian guy (we will call him Bob) puts this balloon type of thing with a pump in between the window and the frame. He starts pumping it up to get some room between the frame and the window. 

So, as Bob is working on the window, the big, loud, black guy (We will call him Jay-Z) starts talking to us. He has seriously about 7 teeth....all in the back of his mouth. 

In reference to Emily watching her door shut, in slow motion, knowing that her keys were going to get locked in the car, Jay-Z starts telling us how he has the same experience, but with $300.00 and a toilet......

"Um...what?" I ask.

"How do you actually flush $300.00 down a toilet......on accident?"

"Well", he proceeds with his story.

"See, I had $300.00 cash on my table. Then, there was a knock on my door. I looked through the peep hole to see who it was. It was one of my friends. *But I didnt want this friend to know that I had $300.00. *So, I waded the money up in a bunch of napkins. We sat and talked for while. Then we decided we were hungry. So we ordered some delivery. We got done eating and my friend was getting ready to leave. I told him to wait, I wanted to clean up really quick. *So I grabbed all the napkins and I flushed the napkins down the toilet. And as they were heading down the toilet, swirling down the bowl....I remembered that I waded up the money into some of the napkins. I yelled 'Nooooooooooooooo' and tried to get my hands in there before they made it down the hole...but I was too late."

He must have noticed the very perplexed, and confused stare on my face.

He asked "What, you dont believe me?"

"Actually", I say "I just have a few questions"..... (See the * in the story above)

*1- Why do you have friends or anyone in your life that you dont want to know you have $300.00?

His response- You dont?  

Uh...No Jay-Z. I dont. 

*2- When you have money that you dont want out, why is your first thought NOT to put it in your pocket? Who thinks "Quick, hide the cash in some napkins?"

His response- "I didnt have any pockets."

K, not interested if he was wearing any pants or not....

*3-When cleaning up ones mess after dinner, WHO FLUSHES THE NAPKINS DOWN THE TOILET???? Did you eat in the bathroom??

His response- Uhhhhhh......

Yeah, that prally means you DID eat in the bathroom.....

I feel really good now that I understand how he can really relate to me and Em and the situation at hand. Truly.

In the mean time, Bob is having a really hard time with the window pumper and the stick he has trying to get the lock, unlocked.

So Jay-Z decides to step in.....and we have all just been made very aware how smart Jay-Z is....hand the job over to him.

He gets a slim jim. Ahhh yeah... the trusty ole Slim-Jim.

He shoves it down between the window and the door. 

Up and down, to the left, to the right....

TADA....unlocked.

So time to pay. Em hand him her card. His portable card charger is not working. He will not take a check, and I DID NOT want to give him cash. 

But....cash it is.

Ugh. So I give him $50.00. (This WAS, after all, my fault)

And away they go. 

We are off too.

So, you may be asking "Alisa, why didnt you want to give them cash?"

Well, I will tell you why.....About 3 hours later when we were heading to the park for the first evening of Hardly Strictly Blue Grass Emily tried rolling down her window. CLANK-SCRATCH-SCREETCH-CLONK. Yeah, not how a window should sound that ISNT effed up.

Then, when we go to park the car, she cant unlock her door. 

THIS is why I didnt want to pay them cash. CC transaction.....canceled. THAT easy!!

Anyway, Window and door still being difficult. And it took and act of God to get the grease from Jay-Z's face off her wind shield. Again, I only speak truth.

So we had a REALLY good time at the bluegrass festival.

This is Lyle Lovett and his Big Church Band..

Oh, how I love Lyle Lovett. He is so not sexy, but his voice is. 

Time to head out. We will be back on Saturday and Sunday for some more music festival.....and  some serious contact high....

We were hungry again. We passed an Ethiopian place. Mmmmm..... but again, parking. 

So Em pulls up to a Pizza by the Slice place. I hop out and get 2 slices of Pesto pizza with Garlic and Feta cheese. OMG!!

We drive a few streets over until we find somewhere to park and eat.

We are eating, talking and laughing. Then Em tells me, "man, I have got to pee soooooo bad. Seriously, I cant hold it."

She looks around...."I will just pee next to the car...IN THE GUTTER.."

"WHAT?" I ask.

"Serious Alisa, I bet so many people have peed in this gutter..."

Do I NEED to point out the obvious in this statement? The part that screams DONT PEE IN THE GUTTER!!!

No matter. Em will do what she needs to do. 

So I say "At least open the back door so you have some sort of cubicle..."

Bravo Alisa...Bravo!

She has to wait a few seconds for people who DONT pee in the gutters to walk by. Then before I know it, pants down, Em squatting in the gutter. Peed, up, pants on, buttoned, done! And not a moment too soon. 

"Hello passer-byers.....lovely night, isnt it?"

Then I look about 25 feet up the street....."Um, Em....that looks like a porta-potty."

So it is.

But that doesnt give one the same experience as peeing in the gutter. 

So the next day was a FULL day of music, running from stage to stage, yummy food and sun. 

What a GREAT day.

Just so you know, this is not a relaxing day. There are 4 stages that we are trying to get to and from. We have our blankets set out at each stage to save our place.

But all the heat, the fighting the crowds, the walking, walking, walking......all of it was worth it, just for this video....

Seriously, this kid was SO funny!!!

The next morning, I woke up SO tired, sore and sun burned.

I BEGGED Em, PLEASE dont make me go all day long. 

Lets see some other parts of San Francisco. This was only my second time there 

So we decided to head somewhere outside of the city to get some breakfast. We ended up in Sausalito. 

Then, as if it were meant to be, we found a really quaint and cute breakfast place. 

When we were seated, we were seated with 2 other couples. None of us knew each other. We started talking with the sweetest older couple from Chicago. We laughed, told stories, guessed each others ages, and talked about how the wife (cant remember her name) was a wino. And Stewart.....or was it Douglas?...finally got it right with his 3rd wife (the one sitting at the table).

It was such a great morning. 

Then we decided to head to The Muir Woods Redwood Forest. 

These redwoods are HUGE!!

Did you know that they cant get diseased? Pretty crazy.

This picture was so against the rules.....

We were so ready to come upon a little hobbit village within one of the trees.

Now, these were not the "Drive your RV through the Tree" Redwoods...but they were HUGE!!

Then later that evening, we went back to watch a couple of shows. Neko Case was great.

I think that my favorite was Gillian Welch, especially when Emmylou Harris came on stage with her. 

The biggest bummer is when we missed Robert Plant with Emmylou Harris and Buddy Miller. 

And dont think that we ended the weekend with out Emily peeing in public again. Oh no..... not just in a gutter this time.....in someones FRONT YARD!

Em...I think you need to get that checked out. :)

So......that is the most exciting thing that has happened since October 1st.

Oh, and I jumped on the HCG wagon.

30 days, 30 pounds. 

Its good.

All I have is some before and mid-way-through bra and undies pictures....so, no, you cant see them.

I am going to go snuggle my girl and watch The Simpsons.

Bye Bye

-A