Balboa Island In A Storm

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For Bryce and my anniversary this year, we took the town by storm.

Literally, there was a freak storm.

But it didn’t keep us from enjoying our weekend. We packed the car, threw on some extra layers, ran to Walmart (because neither of us owned an umbrella), and headed out to Balboa Island for a beautiful day of quirky shops and beachfront views.

Neither of us had ever been there, so my parents gave me the lowdown of where to take Bryce for dinner and ice cream and what places to see.

Of course, I brought my camera.

New York Day 2 | 6.16.17

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Our adventures in New York continue!

The San Diego Zoo

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There are few moments in life that measure the true level of our maturity. For some, it’s the moment the ice cream truck chimes it’s way down the street, or the sibling showdown for the last Oreo. For others, it’s the overwhelming temptation a rolled up towel becomes when they see a familiar derrière pass by.

For the members of my College And Career Sunday School Class, our moment was when we were brainstorming for activities and someone yelled out, “zoo!”

It was a guy. And he was 100% joking, thinking he was oh-so silly, which made him 100% surprised when the rest of us cheered. “YES!”

Pasco’s Pizza — Restaurant Review

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I’ve been thinking a lot about our trip from California to New York. While on the trip, I reviewed a restaurant in Texas called Hoffbrau Steaks, from sheer love and adoration. I was shocked to find they had read it and tweeted me to come back soon!

That is all the encouragement I require. Also, any excuse to eat yummy food. I mean, it’s not that tough a choice.

My family and I go to Pasco’s Pizza frequently. They know our order better than we do and automatically change the TV to food network when we arrive because we’re not really sports people.

We’re obviously food people.

CHEA Day #2 (2014)

CHEA is three days in case you were wondering, though people can come for only one day or two. . We don’t mess around. We do the full three days.

Today started with paper “breakfast bags” from the hotel. A brown bag with a napkin, apple, muffin, granola bar, and a mini bottle of water inside. I ate mine in bed while gathering the will to get up and take a shower.

The convention starts at 8:30 officially, but the classes and workshops we wanted to go to were at 10:30, which made it nice. I still got rushed to get ready because we were going to be late. We walked the twenty minutes there. I went into the Adventure Tower to the Safari room to find it closed with people sitting on the floor in the hallway. I was confused.

“Have they started already?” I asked them in a whisper.

CHEA – Christian Home Educators Association (2014)

I find myself, yet again, in a hotel room.

I’m having strong bouts of deja vu. . A certain 31 day trip across the USA.

However, instead of bunking in for the night just to pack the van and move a state over, we’re staying through the weekend. Where? Why in beautiful Anaheim, California, of course.

2014-05-29 15.04.27It’s really quite obvious why.

Home Sweet Home and Surprising Friends

We awoke to Arizona slush yesterday morning, defined on my phone as “light snow.” And scurried around the building, hugging our arms as we followed the outdoor signs marked with arrows for “Breakfast.”

Maybe we’ve seen so much worse, but this breakfast was looking to be one of the best. Mostly cause it was stocked , and had two waffle makers. My mom said that the room was so crummy she didn’t want to stay another night, but after seeing breakfast, staying would be at least bearable.

Either way, we didn’t stay. I think we were ready to go home.

We scraped the ice off our windshield, packed the van, and I checked the hotel room for stray possessions one last time.

Albuquerque!

Here’s a test: can you spell Albuquerque?? Look at your neighbor and challenge them now. . . Challenge yourself.

Makes you think. Yeah.

I found this out when I texted my dad: “We’re in Albuquircue.”

He replied: “Seems like I’m not the only one who can’t spell Albuqurqeu.”

So I thought I’d share this intelligence test with the world. How intelligent are you?

I give myself a B+ for creativity.