Not only have I not posted, I still have blossoms on my banner and Cherry Coke on my sidebar. I've decided blogging and summer are not a good combination for me. But here I am anyway, as if you cared.
But let's cut to the chase, wasn't Toy Story 3 brilliant? I loved it so much it doesn't do it justice to write about it.
But let me back up. A few years ago, we went on a family vacation to California with my parents and siblings. The trip happened to be over June 20, Hazel's birthday. So we celebrated it in California. This year, as her birthday approached, she said she'd like to go on a trip for her birthday--"like when I was in California." Jed, the softy, tried to make that happen. When I realized it probably wasn't in the cards, I broke the bad news to her. She took it a lot better than I thought and said, "Well, if we can't be on a trip for my birthday, I want to go to Tucanos."
That's right, Tucanos, the Brazilian-style meat buffet (and, you know, pretty awesome salad bar).
So we celebrated Hazel's big day at Tucanos, then went to Toy Story 3. Love that Hazel. What a classy, meaty day! (side note, my sons refuse to eat meat except for Subway Ham. Subway ham folks.)
The only thing I can think of is that he is at a Daycare center trying to rescue his friends from a nasty bear. I'm sure he'll be back soon. (By the way, did anyone else notice that in the movie Woody said he lived on ELM?)
So, I guess this blogging stuff wasn't too awful. I might even come back and tell you about the rodeo we took our kids to in Yellowstone where we may or may not have seen our own "real life Woody Cowboy" get trampled by a bull.