oceanside

how is it, to once again be able to say "hey, i wanna get out of the house. i know, lets go for an evening stroll on the beach...." ?
let me tell you... its perfect.

people do this to block the sun from their eyes...

ted does this.

since im still not used to remembering that everything you do in these parts needs to timed around traffic, we left the beach a bit too early. luckily, right as we creeped up on the stopped, bumper to bumper automobiles, there was an exit with a macaroni grill. to kill time, we got some din. this is what klint thinks i look like; the resemblance is quite uncanny. 

my day of birth.

was shortly after our arrival. my ma took polster to the dollar store to pick out presents for me. she did a phenomenal job. she was so proud and soooo happy that i was obviously in love with all of my new goodies. although my new princess hair brush set, princess coloring book, wooden bracelets and "cozy purple fuzzy socks" have been a great addition to my 26th year of life, im just in love with her and her thoughtful-ness.

in the eve, doug and al watched the littles while the growed ups ma, pa, kell, penny, connie klint and i went to dinner. giulios in old town. gooooood. 

that man im married to even bought me a rose from the cute old guy. you know who im talkin 'bout. the one that just wanders old town selling his roses.

what possessed me to pose with my flower by my crotch? the world my never know....

since there are so many burfdays crammed into this month, we had a little family shindig to celebrate thema ll at once. ted got a new bike. his lil legs couldnt reach the pedals. solution? tape large legos on.

polster got a "new real working camera!!"

she is the best. walks around taking pictures of absolutely everything, shows them to us, giggles, then says "im a GREAT botography!" and that she is. best 19 dolla i ever spent.

kell chopped off all of her hair!!!! i am a proud lil sister.

the flower section at trader joes. its a beauty. ant connie was right.

THE trip.

for those who may not know i would be severely surprised if someone didnt know by now, we. moved. home. well, i packed up my fam and brought them to my home. lucky i was blessed enough to be born and raised in the beauty land of san diego california.
aunt penny helped me drive the littles out. heaven knows that if i tried to drive 67483649 miles w my 2 nuggets alone, we wouldnt have made it. at least not in one piece.
we had quite the eventful trip.
started out w copious amounts of screaming and crying bloody murder due to a speck sized spider found crawling on her jacket, followed by chunks being blown all over the back seat car sickness has plagued my pols since her earliest day, a stop at the st george fire station to hang w the handsome firemans and lipstick-less, GASP! i know... just wait till you see how attract i was. and waaaaay too many a potty break. none of us could seem to coordinate our bladders.
whats most important? we made it. and in a relatively decent amount of time. everyone has their limbs still attached.

oh, but the first stop was only minutes after we left. really. we didnt even make it to the gas station for coffee before penny and i decided that photes must been taken of the frizzin foliage and fence.

honestly, if it had to happen, couldnt have worked out more perfectly:

p: BLLAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! 

i: (trying to catch it in a bowl while turned around in my seat) ooooh my honey!!!!!

p: (whine-ing with puke all over her) I DONT LIKE TO BE LIIIIKE THIIIIIIS!

i: (broken hearted) 

penny: oh look! an exit in 3 miles!

lucky for us, i know my babe. extra pair of clothes in the back. boom! mom skillz at their finest. we got her all cleaned up, ant penny gave her a lovely post-puke hair-do and she got a new coloring book to keep her mind off of the horrid incident.

stopeed once again to get out and walk around a bit as to avoid any possibility of another upset tummy. fire station no.8 was conveniently located right off the exit we took.

real life fireman sam!!!! are your kids obsessed w the claymation show on netflix? mine are. and this studs name really was sam.

you wish you had a gut like mine ... and awesome jammies.... and bed head.... no really, i didnt even brush my hair that day. dirt bag style.

and teaching skills like penny.

and by the time we arrived, all were pooped.

the bestie bestest.

due to the crazy busy-ness of my life the last couple months, i was not fortunate enough to spend as much as i would have liked to, if any, time with all of my lovers before leaving. i am not a lair of any sorts and the truth is that it broke my heart. 

on the other hand, it worked out so very perfectly for my lovely wanlass and i to spend not one, but TWO whole evenings together!!! i love her guts out. all the way to the moon and back down to the dirt. forever. it was lovely.

i sat in the bathroom while she got ready. of course it took no time at all since she is a natural beaut. i on the other hand, was a dirt bag cause i had just gotten off work.

we took a walk to retrieve the sponsored treat of our relationship. the most deluuuush. whole foods tiramisu.

there were tears and laughter.

in singsong to the pussy cat dolls song:

dont you wish your best friend was hott like mine?

enjoyment of the signage.

truths be told.

do it.

in the dark of the night, we came across some lovely foliage.

this home had christmas lights up. A+.