"Mom, where's my bow tie?" Ben asked me. "So-So's getting married and he said I have to wear a tie."
We packed up the family and set off on a work/play weekend in Solvang last weekend. I have been doing photography and video for Larry's company and The Wine Valley Inn and Cottages is a Broughton Hospitality Hotel. I took over 600 pictures and one hour of video. This is the collage I did for the blog and email campaign.
I'm not a fan of the show The Real Housewives of Orange County which is in its fourth season on Bravo. Now, being a Real Housewife of Orange County you would think I would be eagerly watching every week to see what "we" are up to, but I can't stomach their horrific advice they give their kids, their inane banter, and heel heels heels...all those high heels.
It's not that I think they misrepresent Orange County Housewives. I know plenty of gals just like them.
My girlfriends and I are a different breed of Orange County Housewife; sometimes unkempt and unpowdered, with younger kids and nicer husbands.
Here are some scenes and excerpts from OUR "Housewives (HW) of Orange County":
--HW hastily throws Michael's receipt out the window of speeding SUV before her husband finds out she spent $75 on ribbon.
--HW talking crossly to fellow HW about where to take the kids for the day, "If we go to Fashion Island, there is the carousal, the koi pond, the train and we can eat at Red Robin for lunch." Other HW shoots back, "Yes, but if we go to The Spectrum, there is the ferris wheel, the carousel, the train and we can eat lunch at Red Robin." This is what we call an "OC Housewife Standoff." (It really makes absolutely no difference who wins.)
--HW scolding herself in her mind as she is stuck in traffic, "I knew I shouldn't have taken the 55, now I'll never make "pick up."
--HW thinks to herself, "If the cashier at Trader Joe's calls me Ma'am one more time, I'm going to key his Ford Bronco."
--HW frantically talking to her husband as he speeds home on a Friday night, "Hurry, if we don't get to Wasa by 6:00, we're screwed."
--HW shrikes in horror upon hearing the tuition of "Lu" High.
--HW wakes in a fit of panic and screams as she realizes, "Oh no, our Disneyland Deluxe Annual Passports expired yesterday!"
--HW overheard complaining to fellow HW in school parking lot, "If I have to tell my husband one more time that going to the dentist is not "me time," I am going to throw him in our new Pebble Tec pool with cascading waterfall."
--One HW asks another HW over a Cafe Vanilla at The Bean, "Exactly WHERE is Cota de Casa?"
This is a re-post of something I wrote last year. I'm on a trip up the coast of California. Talk to you on Monday, Suz
You might remember this I posted from my seventh-grade yearbook. It's an inscription from James Cox, but with all the passing along of books from person to person he lost track of whose book he was writing in and wrote a note to Wendy in mine.
It's okay, I wasn't a total babe until eighth grade...
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My friend Keli and I brought our kids there a few weeks ago to make pretzels, eat pizza, and share a pitcher or two of root beer. The kids got a kick out of slamming the empty picture on the bar and asking for "another and put it on my tab."
The owner was more than happy to play along. He's that kind of guy. When I called there by accident, thinking I was calling Keli, he quickly answered," This is a brewery, there are no wrong numbers, God wanted you to call here. Come down and make a beer."
Yep, you can make beer or soda and design your own labels for them. It gets a little raucous on "game nights" (whenever those are) and on the weekends, so if you're going with your kids, go early! Click here for Brewbaker's website: HERE.
A note about So-So. He works part-time job at Brewbakers putting the pretzels and pizzas in the oven. He's also back part-time at Disneyland's haunted mansion. He's just not allowed to say "whoo whoo haaa haaa" to the kids anymore. That's all.
If you want to become a fan of So-So, you can on Facebook. Here is the official So-So Fan Page.
A husband will instinctually tune out the rest of any sentence starting with "Today, will you..." Your normal guy would rather stare hard and long at the sun than look over that "to do" list you've thoughtfully put together, no matter how cute the stationery. This is hardwired in them and is no fault of their own.
My family and I were invited to be among the first to experience the newly enhanced "it's a small world" ride at Disneyland last week. The purpose was two-fold; to ride through numerous times to try to spot the new residents of the ride, and also to have our pictures taken while experiencing "the new magic." And when I say "numerous" time, I mean SIX TIMES.
We did spot the new citizens--including Jasmine, Alice in Wonderland, Cinderella, Mulan, just to name a few--and we also confirmed some of our old school favorites are still there. In the video below I ask some other bloggers (Marcy, Jenny, Cupcake) and their husbands what their favorite classic doll characters are and there seemed to be a theme in all the husband's answers. hummm....
Today I'm Listening to Lloyd Cole's "Perfect Skin."
There was this big, scruffy looking guy in a Steelers' Jersey on his phone, facing the mascara section, talking to his wife. This is the one-sided conversation I heard:
Him: They have one with volume and length or length and waterproof?
He listens as he takes the mascaras out, reads the back and then puts them back on the hook.
Him: Yes, looks like they're all waterproof. Oh, here's one with XX Volume and that's waterpoof, too. I like this one "Power XXL" you should get that one. That's the one I would get.
Given this last comment, he looks around to see if anyone overheard, and listens. (Spots me, smiles.)
Him: What colors? Brown, brown-black, black, blue--BLUE! Don't get that one.
He listens some more and finally tosses one into the cart.
As he walked by I said, "How'd you get that job?" He turns back and looks at me, smiles and makes the symbol of a heart on his chest.
I know! Here was this guy shopping for mascara for his wife at Target because he loves her.
It must be love--has to be!
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