We left our mark.
It was good.
We left our mark.
It was good.
If it is Spring Break under The Big Top…
We might be a little damp but we shall carry on; or perhaps we shall party on.
I don’t know.
Mom’s done with her mandatory continuing education , including a little quality time with dirty-talking manikins, so time for some real Spring Break shenanigans.
Here we go!
Remember when I bought myself a sweet pair of rain boots and predicted the possible end of El Niño? Sometimes I hate it when I am mostly right because given the bright, sunshine-y days and the fact that my favorite son put away his jeans and sweat pants and pulled out his shorts, it would seem that our El Niño sputtered and faltered…
Until Friday and the beginning of our Spring Break.
Extended forecast promises rain and rain and thunderstorms and more rain all but one day this Spring Break. Perhaps I didn’t break El Niño after all. A good thing, a very good thing. But looks like once again our Spring Break plans are spoiled. It’s okay. Expert juggler that I am sure we can find alternative fun Spring Break things to do…added bonus is I’ll get to wear my sweet rain boots.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
~ Dolly Parton
Just in case you missed it, Disneyland has been celebrating it’s 60th anniversary this past weekend in a very big way. So in honor of the diamond celebration of the Happiest Place on Earth, I give you a Big Top photo dump of just a very, very small slice of Disneyland memories with my circus act.
1992: The first time is always the most magical time; at least it was for me because it was my first visit ever to The Happiest Place on Earth. Yes, further proof that I was a completely deprived child. Living on Food Stamps and government cheese is okay but to have never visited Disneyland until you are 30 years old?…unreal! But the magic continued as this was the visit where Hollie discovered that, yes, all the balloons she let go to float away did indeed fly to Disneyland and she met one of her best friends for the very first time.
2000: Zoë’s first visit where she was not a sleeping infant who missed the entire Disney experience and where she posed for the picture that she would pose for every single time she has ever visited Disneyland. We will not discuss how sad she is that Toon Town will be no more.
2000- A few months later, we discover just how awesome Disneyland can be when you leave the kids behind!
2007- Are you triplets?, Captain Jack Sparrow asked. He should see them now, the four sisters.
2008- Celebrating the normal milestones because they are a big, fat, freaking deal. Then there is my baby boy’s adorable 7 year old toothless smile…oh my heart!
2008- True story, 6 people got in line behind us to buy Mickey Hands after Daniel demonstrated just how magical they really are.
2009- That one time Hazel Faye walked for the very first time…Disneyland is magic, I tell you!
2010: Ho-Hum, just another half marathon, the 4th one, this time in Disneyland. You just can not imagine how thrilling this moment was.
2013: That one time Disneyland was literally his big sister’s backyard so Daniel flew down to LA by himself to visit big sister, Zoë, and naturally, they played in her backyard.
2015: Home…a home away from home. Thank you Disneyland for all the magic, all the memories. We can’t wait to make more. Just please stop raising the ticket prices so we, and pretty much every other family can!
When there is so much to say…so much to share…so many opinions to opine whilst standing on my soapbox what does one do when they are jet-lagged from your husband’s best friend’s big Texas wedding weekend (which is actually five days and three cities because it’s Texas) and exhausted even more from a big Fall Break adventure and trying to find the time to get the workplace mandatory education done? Do you put down words, lots of words and phrases and parts of speech?
I am just too tired.
But I have pictures.
Just imagine it’s a slideshow in my living room with snacks being served.
BYOB of course.
GREAT barbecue because it is Texas and appetizers that are sliced white bread and barbecue sauce next to a plate of dill pickle slices and sliced white onions. But oh the barbecue!
It’s not a wedding unless there is one small disaster or two. The father of the groom suffered a mild heart attack at the rehearsal dinner. No, he didn’t get to eat any barbecue. Yes, he is fine, thank goodness. Thunderstorms roll in just as the wedding is ready to commence. Yes, it’s going to be a great wedding day!
This hotel, The Drury Plaza Hotel Riverwalk, that used to be a bank is absolutely stunning! And service…amazing!
Good morning San Antonio! As we sat down to enjoy Texas morning sunshine and breakfast, this rolled in VERY quickly. Oh, and yes, that is the view from our room.
But a little more than an hour later, sunshine and blue skies were back. It was a perfect day along the Riverwalk.
Bill found what he wants to do when he retires.
And we found where I will meet him for cocktails after he is done entertaining the tourists.
Heading home, we met Bella, who works at the San Antonio International Airport. Really! Her job is to meet, greet and generally making departing and arriving passengers happy. She is very good at her job.
Home! Jet-lagged! Back to reality and errands and laundry and mandatory ed about Ebola and personal protective equipment. Missed faces like these and the hugs that come with them which is what gives me the energy to get some things accomplished.
Which is good because today I worked a little bit on some anxiety and fears and checking off this adventure on my to-do list.