a) she is able to eat Una Mas deluxe nachos,
b) she enjoys joining the crowd to move her arms in a motion replicating a shark chewing when the Sharks go on a power play, and
c) to sit, wait, and hope throughout the entire game that her seat will be selected as the winner of any one of the numerous prizes awarded.
The Sharks beat the NY Rangers 3-2, so it was a good game!
The majority of Sunday was spent preparing, baking, and decorating Christmas cookies. I love my mom's recipe so Cheyenne helped me make them since we will not be traveling back to WI to enjoy them in person. I tell ya', it was exhausting but damn worth it. Do you think we made enough cookies for 2 of us? Ha...I wonder why I weigh 225 pounds?!?
Monday evening we had reservations to head down to Santa Cruz to jump on the holiday train that is decorated in lights and holiday spirit and also features elves, Mr. and Mrs. Claus, and hot cider, and sing-a-long carols. Before we got on the train, we took a brisk walk to the boardwalk to scarf down some fish and chips. We were in a bit of a hurry since we didn't have much time because we had to catch the train. We ate quickly and scurried out of the restaurant, but as we were leaving the waiter caught up to us to give us the hat Cheyenne left behind. Whew! We then walked back to the train at an Olympic speed-walker's pace. Just when we reached the train to stand in line, Cheyenne exclaims, "where is my purse?" S*%#! I gave her my camera bag and RAN back to the restaurant, which is roughly one-mile away. Now picture this...a semi-out-of-shape and extremely full guy running at a fairly speedy pace. Yep, that was me. While I was running down the boardwalk, I was mocked by a group of high schoolers with the ever so clever, "run Forrest, run!" If I had more time, the half of me that is in shape would have come out to play. Nonetheless, I made it to the restaurant but to no avail. The purse was no where to be found. As I jogged back (wheezing, mind you) to Cheyenne, my mind scrambled to think of all the things we had to do when dealing with a lost purse. Finally, I saw Cheyenne. While catching my breath I sputtered, "did you leave it in the car?" We strolled to the car (right next to where I had left Cheyenne and the train), unlocked it, and what did I spy in the front seat....but the 'missing' purse. Crisis averted. What do ya think--pregnancy brain or just blonde?
We did make it on the train in just enough time. Just as we found seats on the train did we hear a ruckus coming from a few seats down. Two mothers are screaming at each other over the seating arrangement. F-bombs and S-bombs are being dropped left and right. Luckily, an elf came by to separate the two (not really, but the story is funnier this way) and all holiday spirit was restored to maximum capacity. Merry F-ing Christmas! Nothing warms me up like a unnecessary jog and two middle-aged women fighting over seats with a train filled with children...well, this is not to say I don't thoroughly enjoy the overcrowded malls and the menacing people stampeding through Target!
Have a great holiday season. To those of you who have endured the snowy winter in the mid-west/east coast I have this to say to you....ha, suckas!
Merry Christmas.
1 comment:
I still maintain that pregnancy brain is a real thing. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. I laughed, and then I wanted to cry because I miss you guys. Stupid hormones! That's right John, the raging hormones don't end with child birth. :o)
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