Bush Eloquence

How to feel like an ass

Paul and I went on our weekly outing to Disneyland this Sunday. I say weekly, but I more so mean that for the past 2 Sundays we have gone to Disneyland and I am hoping the trend sticks...therefore I am calling it "a weekly trip". Mind you we aren't die hard Disneyland freaks. I don't get decked out in a Mickey sweater. I don't wear a "I'm Grumpy" t-shirt and we certainly don't walk around Disneyland wearing our Annual Passports around our necks in a plastic protective sleeve on a lanyard with tons of Disney pin flare for the tourists to covet. Not that there is anything wrong with that - - I am just saying, that isn't us. We are more so quiet Disneyland dwellers that appreciate the magic that is Disneyland for a couple of hours on Sunday and then go home to our Mickey free home.I have been to Disneyland more than a handful of times and I thought I was familiar with most of the attractions there. BUT this Sunday we stumbled upon Mickey and Minnie's house in Toon Town. Toon Town at night is a desolate area. No one goes there because it really doesn't have much to offer in rides and it is mostly just fun toony-type things to look at. But we went and visited Minnie and Mickey's house. I don't want to give the wrong impression here, seeing as this is a place that prides itself on family entertainment, so I should clarify that they live in separate houses. Although they are in fact direct neighbors. I am not sure if they met before they decided to be neighbors or if one day Minnie unassumingly moved into the house next door as Mickey checked out the hot mouse tail that just became his neighbor. But once again, I digress. So we toured Minnie's house which was a parade of girly pink and fluff.As you can see Paul made himself comfortable on her loungy chair which sat next to her vanity mirror with over sized perfume bottles and too much makeup. I never knew Minnie was in such close approximation to the vain women who have bathrooms stuffed to the gills with MAC and Smashbox makeup...though I should have known, after all she is a mouse from the O.C.

We then made our way to Mickey's bachelor pad next door. Though I am convinced it is all for show and that Mickey in fact spends most of his nights shacking up at Minnie's powder puffy home. Mickey had all the typical guy stuff. Sports gear lying around, mops to give off the impression that he was super clean. A music room, which I am sure he brings the ladies home to and plays the piano contraption to get them all a flutter.--sorry Minnie.

Anyhow, we walked through Mickey's entire house enjoying the cool cartoony views. Making sarcastic comments here and there...because that's how we do. And at the end of the house after we walked through his kitchen, his music room, his garden...we found ourselves in some sort of holding room with children and their parents. Clearly, we were waiting for something but we had no idea what. The kids seemed somewhat excited when the over enthusiastic Disney worker asked them what was waiting for them behind the door....they all shouted Mickey!!!! Paul and I looked at each other with the look of "oh we are so lame" We then found ourselves reluctantly waiting in line, mind you behind 10 small children...to get our picture taken with Mickey. We were going to leave, but didn't want to be rude house guests so we got our picture taken. I didn't get a chance to ask him why Minnie and him haven't taken the plunge, we didn't get a chance to have a beer with him and see what he has been doing since his latest film...but we now have a picture together with Mickey Mouse with no child to speak of in the picture with us, which would have made it a little more normalized. I think this puts us in a different league however I still refuse to wear Disney apparel and mom jeans. Maybe someday...in a land far far away. But not today!

Charlie Pooba

Seeing as I got Charlie from the pound I always wondered about his roots. Where did he come from? What did his mom-dog and dad-dog look like? Well it looks as if his roots are gaming casinos, drinking and fire dancing. Tatonka!

SOCCER FANS!

My brother and I grew up playing soccer. We spent many weekends chowing down on orange slices and drinking capri suns compliments of the weeks soccer mom. My brother has always been a huge sports fan when we were kids. He was always going to baseball games, watching football and playing basketball. In the last couple of years he has become a raging soccer fan. More specifically, a Barcelona fan. I would venture to say that he has more Barca paraphernalia than players who are actually on the Barca team. He recently took his love for the game to a new level and created a very cool website called http://www.barcaloco.com. Be sure to check it out and pass it along~

Our Public Schools Fail Us....Once Again

Maybe it was nerves-or possibly the glare of the stage lights BUT if you are a contestant on a game show whose basic requirement is that you can spell, it should come as no suprise that you will also be expected to read.

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More Christmas Fun

Paul and Caroline mid flight
Me, Paul, Caroline and Paul's dad on the family boat cruise around Newport Harbor

Caroline, Paul and I at his Paul's Aunt's House.

Bring on the Yummy!

Ilya has done it again! She was the one to introduce me to the great website called Smitten Kitchen where I have discovered tons of great recipes. And now she has sent me another great website that promises to make me just as fat http://www.applesandbutter.com/. You can plan to see some great experiments of mine soon from here!

More on What I Should Have Asked Santa For

I think it is a good idea to keep a running list of things I want but haven't or cannot buy for myself. I am sure this will be useful for my family and loved ones who I stress out by always responding with a, "I have no idea what I want" when my birthday or Christmas rolls around.

I LOVE to cook and sometimes I want to grill something for dinner but don't want to cook it on the BBQ. Also I sometimes want to make pancakes or lots of french toast and I only have a few pans, none of which are big enough for large foodie jobs. So I want a double burner grill to get the job done! These things not only make cool grill marks on chicken and steaks but could probably make a mean massive helping of french toast too!

I dream of having a big kitchen to put lots of cool cooking gadgets in that I can whip out and whip up lots of delicious things for people. Until then though I don't think there is anything wrong with stockpiling cool kitchen gadgets and stuffing them into my small kitchen...right. My mom tells me the secret to her amazing cheesecakes is all in her mixer. So if I ever have any hope of carrying on the fattening cheesecake baking tradition I am going to need one of these!