March | 2009 | life on the lost coast

Where shall I begin with my list of excuses for not blogging since OBAMA DAY?

First entity to blame is, of course, Facebook. It steals my blog thunder.

Second scapegoat is my herd of 2 children. Which leads me to a new cyber acronym: TTTB (too tired to blog).

I am currently unpacking from a roadtrip we completed 4 days ago. Perhaps, by this time next week, I will be finished.

During our fabulous 12 day roadtrip in the supervan with the fam we :

attended 2 puppet shows
had two birthday parties
went to two storytimes
traded in a 3-year-old for a four-year-old
got cold and wet at a zoo, a pool, and an aquarium
used 100 gallons of biodiesel
went to two conferences
frolicked at 7 playgrounds
rocked out at two kid concerts
ate macaroni at a children’s restaurant
made two conference calls from the parking lot of chuck-e-cheez
got two sunburns on two different beaches
played with 3 fun cousins
presented at one meeting
ate several lollipops
stopped at Trader Joe’s 9 times
indulged in 5 amusement park rides.. some more than once
loved gaggles of friends and relatives
received one parking ticket
charmed one police officer out of a traffic ticket

One unexpected discovery was finding a beach volleyball scene that seemed to be exclusively for jiggly middle-agers with sunburned scalps. This was at Mother’s Beach in LA. Before finding this little oasis of reality, I had thought that all beach volleyball was the exclusive domain of the baywatch-esque bods of LA’s westside.

The girls loved most things but were especially thrilled at the bowl of free red lollipops within their reach at Bank of America’s Santa Monica branch.

Ossian found herself starstruck when her favorite musician, Melissa Green, agreed to be photographed with us after an upbeat morning concert at an LA library.

We left sunny weather and went to cold rainy bay area stuff. Then, we left the rain and went to sunny southern CA. After that, our time in Santa Cruz was a mix of moderate weathers. As we approached our Northern home, we entered snow.
An hour later, we were home and surprised to find our daffodils blooming.