The trip was great. We told everyone in San Diego we were there to warm up, which totally confused the San Diegoans (is that a word) because usually "Zonies" are there to cool down. Most of the time we drove around trying to find a great place for our annual family trek to the beach. We stayed in the Gaslamp Quarter, which unfortunately I found out later was "party central" and we are definitely not party animals. I think dozing off at 8:30 pm does not qualify us as partiers.... We visited Old Town, ate yummy homemade corn tortillas, nasty clam chowder, visited Little Italy (I had no idea there was a Little Italy in San Diego), my favorite jewelry shop in Coronado......all in all it was fun, relaxing and I didn't want to come home.
Yes, the computer is back on track, poor thing it was severely infected. And one of my favorite things to do in our hotel room every morning was surf the net and read other people's blogs and my emails on my ipad. I'm sure you can get a mental picture of the two old folks lounging around their hotel room, with their granny/grandpa glasses and playing with their ipads. (or maybe it's a picture you want to forget?) Really fun-who needs a laptop?
We missed a lot of the coldness while in California and I think we are having a warm-up phase but I've heard that we are getting a cold down again. We covered the garden and tucked it all in before we left, but we've got to repeat the process again tomorrow night-if the weather forecasters are correct. My poor garden has not been a rousing success this year.
The weird crazy diet
Uh, yea, still on it. The doctor said, keep doing it. After I picked myself up off the floor sobbing, I resolved to keep going. The only problem is, there is no such thing in Little Italy as wheat-free pasta. And when you go into Panera Bread, there is no such thing as a breakfast without bread. Needless to say, I did my best, but fell off the diet wagon a few times. The problem was, that my tummy didn't feel so hot with a belly full of wheat filled raviolis. Sheesh. Can't win for losin'.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Remember the instructions on the shampoo bottle? That's also a definition of my life since we got home.
Still not feeling like I'm over the cough/cold/virus thingie. Annoying. I'm tired of the raw, scratchy throat and stuffed head every morning, over and over and over.
Just got done redoing the visiting teaching list again.
Two Sundays ago: Picture in your mind, a branch president, conducting the opening of the priesthood meeting with your small Spanish branch. You begin the meeting, turn your head, and in walks a member of the First Quorum of the 70, and not just a member, but one of the 7 presidents of the 70. After you pick your teeth up off the floor, you welcome him warmly and turn the rest of the entire meeting over to him. Then you sneak out to tell the Stake President, who happens to be in a meeting in the other room. (true story) (for those of you reading who are not Mormon, the only thing I can compare this to is if the Governor or your State Senator walks into the middle of your local neighborhood watch meeting)
Uh yea, it was really exciting. I won't mention his name, except to say that his son moved into our little branch, and he is defintely Hispanic and if you want to go figure out who it is, go here .
Many of my talented offspring and others, came up with the genius idea of doing a photo a day for February. I'm actually going to copy the idea, but since I'm always a day late and a dollar short, you are going to get a random sampling of my just downloaded photos off my iphone....eight to be exact....one for every day of the month so far (with an extra one thrown in for good measure)!
The leather pouch carried by my great-great grandmother's first husband. His name was Ezra Allen and he was murdered on his way back to Utah after participating in the Mormon Battalion. It carried gold he discovered in California. The pouch was given to his widow and she used the gold to get herself to Utah. She then married my great-great grandfather, had my great-grandfather...and so on and so forth. (if you go to San Diego you MUST see the Battalion exhibit-it's awesome!)
I hope my sanity is not seriously in question at this point.