All Aboard!

We've noticed the commercials for Roaring Camp Railroad recently and decided we needed to check it out.

 It's a cute little spot near Scotts Valley, nestled between the redwoods.  We got there a little early so we roamed around.

"Wawa!"

Crying because he smashed his finger in the door.

There's a new Sheriff in town!

The dog then pooped on the grass in front of everyone.

The funny mirror.

He loved the water tower!

Climbing on the benches.

We waited a bit more and then we heard it...the horn of the train!

The previous train riders came off, we went on, they filled the train up with water and we were off!

The trees were huge and amazing and some were even growing at an angle.

This cute man and I'm assuming either his grandson or great grandson, were riding on the car in front of us.  I slyly tried to take a picture of them.

We made our way up to Bear Mountain (where we told The Lime that Mama, Papa, Brother, and Sister Bear live), hung out for a little bit, and then made our way back down.

Proof that I was there too.

He looks like he has to go to the bathroom but he still wears diaper.

 

View from the top.

Cute!

Back over the bridge.

We threw around the idea of stopping at Marianne's on the way home but decided we'd already be hitting traffic and a stop would just make things worse.

The Lime and I fell asleep on the way back but woke up just in time to find out we were in the 7-11 parking lot, where LaVor was buying us treats.

It was a great day!

Her Hunk

The last couple of times we've gone up to visit Grandma, she's been calling The Lime "Her Hunk".  When introducing us to the other residents, she says, "This is my granddaughter and my hunk."  It's cute.

It's also cute to see how he, and the other great grand babies, melt her heart.

She gave us hugs and kisses growing up, when we'd come to visit her and when we left.  But she wasn't always the most affectionate, warm and cuddly type of Grandma.

That has since changed.

The second we got to her place, she said, "Where's my hunk?  I need a hug from my hunk!"

And proceeded to give him hugs and kisses throughout our visit.  He had several lip marks on his rosy little cheeks, that showed how much Grandma loves him.

We got to go to lunch with my aunt and uncle, who The Lime loved.  My uncle and dad look similar and I think it confused The Lime.  At one point, he pointed to my aunt and uncle and said, "Bop Bop?  Omi?"  I think The Lime also enjoyed that Uncle Chuck had the same name as Chuck the Truck.  While driving to lunch, we followed my aunt, uncle, and Grandma to the restaurant.  Despite their car being right in front of us, The Lime asked the entire way, "Where Chuck go?"

It was a fun little visit that we'll make again soon.

Spoiled Brat

Ask any of my siblings and they will tell you that dishes were the dreaded chore in our home, growing up. More fights were started over the dishes than any other subject. A lot of the fights were because the previous dishwasher didn't wash every.single.dish.- sometimes even a spoon. If there was a dish left, that same person had dishes the next night.

For Christmas, my mom always made us coupons and there was always one for a night off of dishes. Those were golden! Any break from doing the dishes was the best!

Nothing has changed my feelings regarding dishes, even 6 years after I left home.

So you can imagine how angry I was when our dishwasher went out and I didn't hear from the repair man for a week. Doing dishes by hand, when your house is 90 degrees, is torture. Torture, I tell you! I'm just glad I didn't have a pump and a million bottles to wash everyday.

For that reason, I am a spoiled brat and will NEVER take advantage of my dishwasher again!

The last load by hand

County Fair

We were lucky enough to score two free tickets and a parking pass to the Fair this year.  Thank goodness because it would have cost us an arm and a leg just to get in!  Jeepers creepers!

Our first stop was to see the animals (and Mama and Papa Hoxie).  The sheep were closest to the entrance and that's where we saw Mama Hoxie.  LaVor and I were talking with her while we thought The Lime was checking things out.  Within a few minutes, another couple walks over and asks if that was our son.  We said it was and they said, "Well he was just licking the gate that the sheep are in."  Blah!  Good thing he was on anti-biotics for an infected hangnail.

LaVor told The Lime that he could go on one ride (which ended up being three).  His first choice was to ride the ponies.  He was a natural and the second he got on, he yelled, "Ye haw!!!!"  It was fitting since he had his hat and boots on.

We then went over to the little kid roller coaster rides and came across a generic Dumbo.  Although I didn't think The Lime was tall enough, the ex-convict looking Carnie let him on.  The Lime initially had his own seat but a nice boy climbed onto the ride with him, which made me feel a little better that in case The Lime freaked out, there would be someone right there with him.

Hi Friend!

Look Mom!  No Hands!

The Lime actually loved every second of it!  He couldn't wait to go on one more ride.

Nice farmers tan.

This ride TOTALLY stole the "Cars" characters.  I should have taken a picture of the sign above the ride that had all of the main characters, just with different names.  Thieves!

With one more stop to see the animals, and to pet a steer which freaked The Lime out, we were finished with our trip to the fair.

Until next year!

The Walk

Just like every other year, the walk has come and gone.

This year was different, very different.

To save on gas and time, I took BART into the city on Friday night, which brought back a lot of fun memories from when I took BART to go to culinary school every morning. While walking from the BART station to the St. Francis, a bird flew straight into my backpack. We both just kept on going and pretended like nothing happened.

I checked in for the walk, got my "5" button since it was my 5th year, went across the street to grab something to eat, and walked to my hotel before it got dark. I don't know how people go on business trips - traveling alone is boring!

Also like every other year, I had to get up at the butt crack of dawn to walk back to the St. Francis and catch the shuttle to the opening ceremonies.

And that's where it all began...

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-At the opening ceremonies, I was standing alone, waiting for it to start, with my pink scarf wrapped around my head (it was freezing!). A woman walked by and said, "You look like a pink ribbon! I just know your family would love to see a picture of you!" So she took my picture.

-I wore the same shoes I did last year, since I can't afford to spend over $100 on new shoes each year. It sucked. I never got blisters but the muscles of my feet were killing me.

-I walked alone for a majority of the walk. Every once in a while, I'd catch up to a group of people but then pass them. My i-pod kept me company and I was forced to listen to a lot of songs I normally don't listen to, to save my battery.

-Eating is not a priority on my walk, mainly because I don't get hungry. I snacked a lot and drank a ton but only ate half of my sandwich at lunch and the chips. I unfortunately faced the consequences of my actions when I felt like passing out at mile 25. I remembered I had a mint in my backpack that gave me a tiny boost but I didn't know how I'd make it to the end. Thank goodness there was one last pit stop where I grabbed some Cheez-Itz and Chex Mix. Both saved me!

-My sisters and nieces met me in Sausalito, where they were enjoying some yummy pizza, which they offered to me but I declined. I should have taken them up on their offer.

-LaVor, The Lime, and Jared Hatch passed me right before I got to mile 24. They asked if I was going to end at 24 (which was the actual finish) or go the extra 2 miles to do 26. I told them I was hurting, tired, and hungry and hadn't made up my mind yet. When the two ladies in front of me went on to do 26, there was no way I was only doing 24. When I got to the finish line, Jared knew I wasn't going to quit. I'm an overachiever...what can I say?

-I had a constant smile on my face the entire weekend. All of the Moto Crew commented on it and I got a lot of smiles back from bikers and walkers that I passed. I couldn't help but show how happy I was to be doing my little part in fighting breast cancer.

-This was the first year that I filled up my "Who I'm Walking For" sign. When I got home, I was looking at my previous signs and I started out with only one name. It makes me sad to have to add more names but I'm also honored to be able to walk for them.

-On Saturday morning, on the shuttle to the opening ceremonies, an older woman sat next to me and initiated the conversation. After mentioning she was from Utah and had attended BYU, we made the connection that we're both LDS. It was her 10th year participating in the walk and she's traveled all over the country doing it. I regret not getting her name or a picture with her. Darn!

-As I was walking along the Marina on Sunday morning, I happened to look up at a home (gorgeous homes along that strip!) and a man was sitting in his front window. I thought, "That looks EXACTLY like Hubert Keller!". Since he has restaurants in SF, I thought my chances were good so I waved to him and he waved back. When I got home, I Googled the address and his name popped up. It was pretty cool since LaVor and I are fans and I've always thought it would be neat to meet him. Waving is good enough.

-On both Saturday and Sunday, when I was struggling to take each step, I never considered stopping because I kept thinking about the men and women who fight each day to conquer this disease. If they could do it, I could certainly walk 41 miles.

The Fourth

We all decided that having a holiday in the middle of the week stunk (well...LaVor did. It meant that I only worked one day that week...Heavenly!).

Our Stake combined the Fourth and Pioneer Day and threw one big pancake breakfast. I love breakfast and pancakes, so it was great!

Nicole Hoxie had a photo booth set up for families to take pictures. The Lime claimed it as his own since their was a saddle and rope. I felt horrible that families were hesitant to ask if they could take their picture because he was hogging the set. But I am glad that Nicole caught some great photos of him being selfish.

The Lime and I went back home while he took his nap and LaVor had to do some work on my car. Poor guy, still working on his day off. But I sure appreciate it because now my car doesn't clunk!

We then met up with LaVor's family and went swimming, ate pizza, and played a fun game that his grandma set up.

Although we had to get up for work early the next morning, we stayed up late to watch the fireworks. We watched them from our side of the freeway but learned that we could have just stayed home. The view was fine from our driveway. Lesson learned.

We all know how I feel about our country...blah blah blah. But when we were singing the National Anthem in Sacrament Meeting the Sunday before the Fourth, I was bawling like a baby. LaVor asked what was wrong and I told him it was the song. He didn't understand why I was crying so hard.

I love America, what can I say?

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

We don't have any silver bells or cockle shells or pretty maids all in a row, but we do have delicious vegetables!

LaVor has a nice green thumb, I do not.

He was out of town last week and made sure I watered his garden and picked all the ripe produce off, on a daily basis.

I am happy to say nothing died!

Jalapenos

We didn't plant these - LaVor brought them in so the bees would be attracted to our garden and pollinate.

Tomatoes

Cucumbers

Basil

Dill

Bell Peppers

Zucchini blossoms