And as we all suspected, "it's a small (blogging) world," one of the Mom Bloggers I met there was Becky (of HappHourMom ) , Tracey Clark's sister. Tracey hosts Best Shot Monday, which is what I am submitting this photo to today. It's the "Circle of (blogging) life"...
Tracey always asks a question related to our choice in photos for BSM. This week it was, "What sorts of captures have brought you to the places you long and love to be? Disneyland is one one place I "love to be."
"We just walk on by, we just keep on dreaming."
If you want to follow Adam Brady, official Anaheim Ducks blogger, and his cronies on their road trip up to San Jose, click here. If you want to follow the Ducks on Twitter, click here. And if you think the Sharks have a chance of digging their way out of this hole and winning the series, click your heels together three times and say "There's no place like home." But, I don't think even that will help you this time, Dorothy...oops, I mean San Jose.
Half an hour until game time! I'm feeling nervous about the playoffs--I hope the Ducks can squish those dumb Sharks. I also hope Parros takes care of Thornton for his little face wash on Bobby Ryan on Tuesday night while Ryan was pinned down. A girl's gotta have dreams. I snapped this shot of Selanne durning warm-ups on Tuesday at Ponda while I chatted with Sara from Ducks and Pucks. If you are a Ducks fan, reading her blog is a MUST! Let's go Ducks!
So-So is my son's invisible friend. He is by FAR the most popular thing I write about. It seems everywhere I go people ask about him: What's up with So-So? I saw So-So at Disneyland today. Is So-So still married to LuLu? When Ben fell on the stairs and had to get four stitches, everyone instantly suspected foul play from So-So. If you haven't read any of his stories, you can catch up by reading them now....I'll wait.
Stories of So-So: A friend you can't see is a friend indeed. Stories of So-So: The troublemaker who works at Disneyland. (Fingers tapping on table waiting...) Stories of So-So: It has been a hard week for the invisible people in our house.
This latest story is related to the picture on the right. Ben had his friend Connor over last week and they were playing up in Ben's room. When they came downstairs, they were both wearing their shirts like--well, kind of in a Flashdance sort of style, with one arm poking through the neck hole, revealing one bare shoulder and arm. When I asked them why, they just shrugged and asked me for some apple juice. I figured it was okay with me if they wanted to show a little shoulder, no harm in that. Then yesterday Ben had his shirt like this again---all day. "Isn't that uncomfortable?" I asked, trying to get more information out of him. "No, super comfortable," he answered, obviously blowing me off. "What made you think to wear it like that?" I probed. "So-So wears his shirt like this," Ben said without looking up. "It's how all ghosts wear their shirts." So now So-So's a fashionista. A trend setter among the five-year-old crowd. Tim Gunn would NOT approve--or maybe he would just tell So-So to "carry on." When Larry, my husband, came home and saw Ben's shirt he motioned to me quietly, like "Now, what's this about?" I just mouthed back "So-So." 'Nuf said. Random So-So facts: He has a job making pizza in China, but still works part-time at the Disneyland's Haunted Mansion. His favorite song is Back in Black by AC/DC, because the man who's singing "sounds mean." He and LuLu had twins: JoJo and Crumble (?)
His brother, Knock-Knock, moved out and is now living at Chuck E. Cheese's inside a skee-ball game.
He came to Kay el Bar Ranch with us, but scared the horses and had to fly home after the first day.
I just returned last night from a trip to Kay el Bar Ranch in Arizona. It's one of those Dude Ranches where you can go for a few days and live like a real cowboy girl. That is if cowgirls can soak in the jacuzzi every night, get a fresh lemonade on the trail and have room service make their beds. It was spectacular. It has been pretty well covered here in this blog that I'm not a "roughing-it" type of person. But, I can do this kind of "great outdoors." If you're a girl from Orange County--like me--who doesn't have a lot of experience with horses or nature I've put together these tips to help you conquer this new frontier: An Orange County girl's guide to Dude Ranching --- Freshly applied lip gloss + dusty trail ride = mistake. --- Your horse is NOT giving you "the stink eye" or "evil eye," and does not think you are an idiot. They look at everyone that way. --- You can't possibly say "look at that cactus!" too many times to your trail guide. He truly appreciates you pointing them out to him. That's why he says, "Yeah, would you look at that!" with heartfelt enthusiasm. ---That's the dinner bell, not the fire bell. No need to panic or call ranch manager. --- A can of Diet Coke does not travel well in a saddle bag. If you simple MUST take it with you, I suggest you take many, many giant steps away from your horse before opening it. Horses don't like surprises. --- The "cowboy" at Boot Barn in Orange who sold you your boots was 95% right, it really doesn't matter how cute your boots are, they just need to be comfortable and keep you on the horse. --- If you get the Dixie Chicks song "Wide Open Spaces" stuck in your head during your stay, immediately start listening to Jason Mraz repeatedly on your iPod until it is gone. --- Make sure to appreciate the quiet, slow pace of your horse, the easy, casual way of the ranch, and the awesomeness of the blooming desert. You are a lucky girl to be able to experience such beauty and spend this time with your family.
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Other outdoor adventures I've had...
To see more of my photography from our trip you can go to my Flickr page: here.
While cruising around downtown Huntington Beach I came across this window display in a skate/surf shop.
"They put up a poster saying we earn more than you."
I have a dream of being a professional writer.
There I said it. Have you ever done that? It's really hard. Now that I think of it, it's downright frightening--to tell others your dream. To hope you don't fall flat on your face in front of everyone. Putting yourself out there***shudder*** is scary.
Not too long ago I was at the "I know I want to do something, but I don't know what" stage. I miss that stage sometimes. I got more sleep in that stage. I saw my friends more in that stage. That stage was frustrating, but nice and cozy.
I'm giving my blog at the Orange County Register, MomCrush, my all. A dream like mine kinda floats around and takes different forms. It's a dream of expression , I guess. Right now, it's in the shape of that blog.
I even started a fan page on Facebook for MomCrush. If you've never started your OWN fan page, here's what it feels like--you know that feeling when you're leaning back in your chair and then you start to fall all the way back? It's like that...but the chair is on top of a plane, 30,000 miles up... and you just noticed there's a large bee on your shoulder...It's scary.
But you know what's scarier? Not trying.
When I made the decision to go all out on MomCrush, I started to wonder what the purpose of "Alive in Wonderland" would be. I would never give it up. This blog is where I come to be with all of my blog friends, share my love of Orange County, photography, music, and bare my soul a little.
"You're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! "
from Dr. Seuss' poem "Oh the places you will go."
I started to panic a little when I walked into Target this morning to get things for my kids' baskets and there weren't any Peeps in the $1 section. "Must be back in the seasonal section," I tried to reassure myself. But, no! Target was completely out by 10 am, Saturday morning. They had legions of them two days ago--all lined up like an army in some weird, psychedelic PBS kids' show. But today, not one little solider was there.
TRUE! How very, very annoyed I was with that inane toy. My best friend pawned it off on my young daughter, Emily. The instant the toy made my daughter laugh, she said, "Why don't you take it home with you, Em!" Then hastily shoved the toy in the diaper bag to make sure we took it home with us.
When I was done with the business of murdering the toy, it was time for bed. When I woke up in the morning I felt refreshed and hopeful, not a hint of guilt haunted me when I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast for my kids.
It's been well established here and in my real life that I'm not talented in the culinary sense. I've accepted it and come to embrace the miracle that is Trader Joe's. It's only with the help of TJ's that I can make dinners which use ingredients like curry, rosemary, and black truffle sauce. Honestly, I don't even know what a black truffle is, but I know it's delicious.
Trader Joe's, with its pre-made main dishes and frozen vegetables has made me a better mom, at least in the kitchen. The collage above is made up of some of my favorite items. With the help of these Trader Joe's masterpieces, I make less shameful dinners, and give my kids snacks which are healthier than most supermarket fare.
What are your favorite Trader Joe's items?
The items that, if (heartlessly) discontinued, would make you stand in the aisle, lost in sorrow, staring at the spot where they used to be stocked.
You know, the items you like-like. The ones that if they run out and the cashier asked, "Did you find everything you needed?" Would set in motion a long diatribe about how you came to TJ's just for your yadda yadda...and they are "always out."
I recently asked all my Twitter friends--my Tweeple--the same questions "What's your favorite Trader Joe's Item?" and I received a flood of responses. Seems like TJ's is a lot like a personal relationship. Like a VERY significant other...or, in other words, like your Starbucks' order.