Fun in the Sun

The night before our trip to Vegas, Jason came home from doing some painting at his Mom's. To my surprise, he was completely bald. I guess he and his brother decided it was time for summer cuts. I spent most of our vacation saying, "You're bald." It's been a week and I think I'm almost used to it.

So I worked at American Insurance for over 10 years. Probably the most important thing I learned in those years (thanks to co-workers who traveled frequently to our Vegas office) was that McMullan's makes the best chocolate cake on the planet. I like their breakfast menu, so I order an omelette and then follow it up with chocolate cake, warm with vanilla ice cream. I never worry that the server will look at me weird because of this order, mostly because it's Vegas, and someone eating cake for breakfast is far from the strangest thing that the bartender at McMullan's will see that day. We were there during a semi-finals soccer match that an Irish bloke at the bar was VERY excited about. He's probably still shaking his fists in the air in celebration.

After breakfast, we went out to Hoover Dam. Jason had never been and it's one of those places everyone should see.

Then we did the obligatory walk down The Strip. We would have been smart to head back to our hotel (The Excalibur) after our must see's: the Coke store, Hershey's store, and M&M World. But because I'm not super smart, we walked all the way down to The Paris casino for pastries. Admittedly, The Paris has an amazing bakery. But I really need to remember that it's WAY FARTHER than I think it is from the Coke store. And there's a lot of weirdos. And none of my sandals are meant for long, hot walks down the Vegas strip. And the pastries really aren't worth the 2+ days of painful blisters.  

Speaking of delicious pastry-ness,,, the all you can eat buffet at The Excalibur has the most delicious crepes station where they will make you fresh crepes and add all the strawberry, chocolaty, whipped creamy goodness that you want. They also had grapefruit juice, which is my beverage of choice whenever I can find it. Yum.

Besides food, the other item on our agenda for the day was the Michael Jackson Cirque de Soleil show "One." Cirque de Soleil for me + Michael Jackson for Jason + family friendly rating = the perfect Vegas show.

It was an incredible show with awesome music, dance, acrobatics, staging and lights. There's so much going on that you never know where to look. Michael Jackson's music is perfect for the spectacle of Cirque de Soleil. I could have stayed all night. And I could have stayed on our road trip a whole lot longer than that. Coming back to real life is tough.

Spring Has Sprung

"My tulips are blooming," said the first time homeowner with delight.

Last Post for Today

Let me tell you about some things I love...

Happy kids on new bikes.

Easter Tea at Grandpa's house. 

Kami toes.

Ethan eating popcorn with 2 hands. 

This smile. 

The Swellest

 

We were so sad this week to lose my Aunt Laree in a car accident. 

Every family needs an Aunt Laree. 

And mine was pretty swell.

What kind of moron am I dealing with here?

Last week, I was in a car accident on my way into work. Not fun or particularly funny. Except... that the guy who hit me was driving a stolen car. And I was on the road and he was pulling out of a parking lot - which makes it pretty clear who had the right of way. And after he plowed into me, the genius stopped, pulled over at the nearest gas station, gave me his insurance company name, and let me take a picture of his drivers license. Remember, he was driving a stolen car that wasn't going to be covered by his policy. He had every reason to conceal his identity. But he didn't. I still can't figure it out.

What I do know for sure is that the moron did over $3,000 of damage to my car. And that I've had to ride Trax every day this week while my broken car is being fixed. And I have to pay my collision deductible because the car thief stopped returning my insurance adjuster's calls. And I'm really not amused by it - except for the part of me that is excessively amused by it.