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April 28, 2007

Fish, in all the wrong places....

I am constantly amazed at the area we live in, it's diversity. We're smack dab in the middle of the Silicon Valley, a veritable jungle of cars, industrial parks, and a rat maze of highways. Yet we can hop in the car and be lounging at the beach in 30 minutes, enjoying the sound of waves crashing, the smell of the ocean. Watching the pelicans skim the waters surface, and then dive-bombing the unsuspecting fish below. Rather comical, actually.

I love it.

Caleb insisted we take the dog today, which is never my favorite thing. The beach allows dogs but they must be leashed, which is a concept that Bear can't quite seem to grasp. And of course, there is the sand. I don't think I need to say anything more about that.

He seemed to enjoy himself though. So long as he didn't get in the water...he's a little bit of a baby.

Caleb, enjoying his Grapple (pronounced "grape-l"). It's an apple that tastes like a grape! And smells like Kool Aid! Fun for the whole family!

Me, enjoying a lovely book....but secretly people-watching. There is a fine line between looking and staring, and I cross it every day. I can't help it. See those girls in the back round? High school girls, one of them like, SO loving life, because her parents "pay for all her &%*$." Like totally.

What could possibly top such a lovely day? A soak in the tub? A good movie? No, not here. We ended the night by scaring the living daylights out of the dog. Bear was laying on the floor totally exhausted and in a deep sleep. Caleb snuck up on him and scared him out of his slumber, and I'm not kidding you, I've never seen Bear jump up so fast. Not even when one of us slips and says the p-a-r-k word. His eyes flew open, and he let out a quick yip, dashing out of the room.

We laughed of course, until we smelled The Fishbutt. Apparently Bear has decided that leaking his death-anal-fluid is much more effective of a tactic, than say, piddling.

I'd dare say he was right. I can promise you that neither of us will ever do that again.

Bridgette? Are you reading this? I'm going to be buying some Chem-Dry to replace your bottle...


Freak said...

I was reading some of your past blogs, just to catch up on your life and all. Since I am blog-challenged, and don't know if you will see that I posted a comment onto an old blog (if you look or whatever), I am responding to your Steve Martin one. Go back to the website and read "Steve Martin" by Steve Martin. It was in People magazine for the Most Beautiful People in the World edition, and it is one of my favorite things. I even ripped it out of the magazine because I thought it was so funny. Glad you had a good weekend.

KimbaLee said...

I did actually, it was absolutely hilarious. That basketball one? I was like, wheezing at my desk. So freakin' hilarious......