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vacation week recap.

It's back to work for me and hubby tomorrow after 1 whole week off. Sigh. I need a vacation from the vacation. Good news is that I didn't kill anyone on the trip to Disneyland. We made sure we had plenty of snacks and water on the way up. Brought my own pillow and blankie. Brought the dogs to my parents' house. We were set. Or so we thought.

After 4 hours of driving, we finally made it to the Comfort Inn. I should have known how it was going to be when Junior stated that the establishment looked just like the one on Cops. We were in the hood and I was scurred. I chose the hotel because it was close to Disneyland, it was a suite and had 2 bathrooms, and was within our budget. My favorite part was that there was an area for the kids and one for the adults, if you catch my drift. Our last family trip consisted of me sleeping on the same bed with Abby and hubby shared a bed with Junior. I vowed never to have that again. I needed adult time in a bad way. We grinned and bared it until the kids' bathroom shower didn't work and our own toilet didn't flush. Hubby promptly called the Hyatt and we hauled our asses out of there. After all that planning, we ended up wit 2 queen beds and 1 bathroom just like the last family vacation. Oh, well. I guess I don't get any nookie when it is a family vacation. At least I didn't fear my car being stolen or being jumped. :P

Here's the view from our room at the Hyatt. We could see the fireworks from Disneyland at night. So pretty.  I did not take a photo of the Comfort Inn. The view from the window was of the PARKING LOT. And a photo could not have captured the aroma of urine as you stepped out of the room.
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We visited Huntington Beach. The kids had never been to the beach and they loved it. Abby and I collected sea shells, Junior tried to be cool and not get in the water, and hubby tried not to be burned to a crisp. Loved having sand in all our orifices. Makes walking very interesting.
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Disneyland was fun and exhausting at the same time. I was hyped and excited when we first got there and became a wilted flower at the end of the day. I don't know why. I am obviously in great shape.
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 It was definitely fun and funny and too, too short. We'll definitely have to plan another family trip for next year.

And now, Abby has gone home. I miss the little sucker.





best fishes.

I am off this whole week to spend some quality time with Abigail. We are better with each other. I would say that we are 95% repaired in the stepparent/child area. I don't take kindly to lying but we are healing nicely. We are even going to Disneyland. Had some thoughts about whether it would be appropriate to take her there. Are we rewarding bad behavior? Maybe. In the end, it was important to us to make good memories and to put the bad stuff behind us (most of it, anyways). Also, it was not fair to Junior who worked very hard this year on his grades and in the good boy department. :)

Anyway, I have decided to un-password the blog again. I know, I know. I am a bit wishy washy with the privacy department. I had a little scare with a coworker who got into a little bit of trouble putting too much out there in the internet world. I was contemplating taking the blog out of commission altogether, but my husband talked me out of it. I think we communicate better that way. How sad. I promise not to put any naked photos of myself (good for you) and to focus more on the creative part of my oh-so-boring life (not so good for you). Ha. Thanks for all the support through the years. Let's get this party started...

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Supplies:
eyelets from my stash of thousands
Stampin' Up! Very Punny stamp set
Stampin Up! word label punch
MAMBI patterned paper
paper scraps unknown
Offray ribbon
Cricut Life's a Beach cartridge (fish)
googly eyes unknown


mark my words.

Since I have regressed and once again became a teenage girl (thank you, Stephenie Meyer), I have rediscovered my love of reading. Books. Not Cosmo. Not scrapping mags. Not dirty limericks one can find in public restroom stalls. Real books. From the library even. I have overcome my germophobia and made some trips to the local library. I am touching books that were previously touched by strangers. And guess what? I am still alive. I am on a budget, after all.

Speaking of budget, I whipped out some old vinyl covers and some paper scraps and made some bookmarks to accompany my borrowed and diseased books.
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