I find it to be dry here...
That was my grandparents' comment upon arriving in Phoenix from Canada. Not sure what they expected, really, if they were surprised by that.
Great little vacation, though, all around, and I can definitely get used to these 2 day work weeks. Got to see my dear brother Ben over the weekend on his spring break from ND as he explained to me many times how much California sucks. Whatever. Apparently his goal for the week was to get as tan and/or suburned as possible, and he accomplished a nice set of blisters on his shoulders in the process. The biggest excitement of the weekend was finding a rat in my aunt's pool filter. Not kidding.
Also had a mini girls weekend with my mom. Took her to get her first pedicure ever (which she thoroughly enjoyed, of course) and saw Because I Said So. Decent movie, somewhat predictable as most chick flicks are, but makes your own mom look that much better in comparison. We also saw Wild Hogs - definitely happy I didn't spend $9 of my own money on it, but somewhat disappointed that it was 2 hours of my life that I will never get back. More importantly, lots of previews. Blades of Glory looks hilarious, and Knocked Up looks pretty funny, too. Shrek the 3rd, TMNT (which won't be as good as the original, and apparently is now too long to actually write out or say, but a nice trip down memory lane at least), and Pirates - can't wait.
The grandparents arrived on Monday night, so we spent Tuesday sitting around and complaining about the heat, then celebrated my mom's birthday at the Cheesecake Factory. Wednesday was shopping (Kohl's had a 15% senior discount, so I guess they made a haul there), and driving back to San Diego. And at the border patrol checkpoint in the mountains, oh, 30 miles outside of San Diego, I was waved over to the side, ordered to open my trunk, show my drivers license, and step out of my vehicle. Drug-sniffing dogs and a number of heavily armed border patrol officers proceeded to search my car and person. I'm sure I ruined their evening by having nothing besides an empty Diet Coke can and a suitcase.
Damn straight
Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. The first man had married a woman from Colorado and had told her that she was going to do dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house and dishes washed and put away.
The second man had married a woman from Nebraska He had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man had married a girl from North Dakota. He told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, enough to fix himself a bite to eat and load the dishwasher.
March Madness
Yep, I filled out my bracket this morning. So far there are only 2 people in the "office pool" - that's right, only one other person I work with has any idea of what basketball even is. I like my chances.
On another sports related note, the Chargers have new uniforms. Why, exactly, who knows. But they look pretty good (really, they aren't that different), but I'm not sure how I feel about the white helmet look. Sucks for all those bandwagon fans that rushed out and bought jerseys last season, though. Ha.
So March is also spring break time. My cousin Julie came to SD from Penn State on Sunday with her friends, so we had another Allmaras family gathering at Jenny's. Got caught up on all the family gossip, ate and drank way too much, and sat around in the hot tub. Planned out the next two adventures - Vegas for our cousin Danny's 21st bday Memorial Day weekend/early June, and 4th of July/graduation parties in the desert. Good times, as always.
My brother is on spring break this week, too, so I'm off to Phoenix to see him this weekend and to take my own mini-spring break. It's my mom's bday next week, and my grandparents will be there on Monday, so I'm taking 3 days off next week to hang out with all of them.
My real spring break, though, will be in May in Hawaii - 58 days and counting...
I cave to peer pressure.
Jenny and Andi finally talked me into it, and now I have something to do while avoiding work.
My main thought on the day is that I have a co-worker who sounds a lot like Stewie on Family Guy, and we have another co-worker who does perfect impressions of that co-worker trying to pick up women. I have not been able to get this out of my head all day, and I think it will actually give me nightmares.
Disclaimer: The name was supplied by my dear friends, and it sounds best (supposedly) when you add in a heavy Midwest accent (think "Fargo") and really drag it out. Fun, huh?
