I felt the need to wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. Unfortunately I’m a baseball cap wearing city slicker and I had neither. But they still let me in. It was Cowboy and Cowgirl Day at the Autry National Center and the Guats were about to get our country on.
Billy The Kid.
With all this cowboy heritage and hospitality we felt right at home, even if we did say “dude” instead of y’all. We were introduced to the ways of the wrangler and this Sandbox Adventure List item was something we all enjoyed.
Hanging out with college friends on a 90+ degree day.
A friend sees the waterfall.
She decides to jump in.
“Give me your best sexy pose,” I say cracking up.
We see the picture.
“Yeah … you look more fresh than sexy.”
Whenever I need a laugh I know I can count on George … he sees things from a different perspective.
They did it again. I don’t know how they do it, but they do. They never let me down, except for their small parking lots. But other than that they always come through. Trader Joe’s you made this lazy person very happy. Well lazy might not be very accurate … exhausted. Yeah … that’s it. Exhausted. You made this pooped-out person in need of Vitameatavegamin very happy.
I was done.
The day was packed with birthday promises I had made last week. And today those promises were cashed in by my five-year old and two-year old. And let me tell you Chuck E. Cheese may be the place where a kid can be a kid, but it’s definitely a place where moms like me run out of fuel after two hours, even when the place is not crowded. It’s just a whole lot of fun, games, and ha-ha moments going around. At the end of all those games and rides, we earned enough tickets for two Slinkys and a lollipop.
And as I drove home I saw it creeping up on me … dinner time.
There would be no cooking going on tonight. Friday night, after a movie and Chuck E. Cheese extravaganza? No. I was running on empty.
I could’ve gone back to my college days at that point and had a Cup O’ Noodles and I would have been fine. But that didn’t really seem nutritious enough for my kids. Luckily there were leftovers. Dude never underestimate leftovers. The Food Network can definitely help you rock out whatever is in your fridge. However upon further examination I realized that there was just enough baked chicken for the kids. So it looked like I would have to make a trip to Trader Joe’s. And luckily there were still some samples.
And let me tell you Sample Lady you play an important role in my supermarket shopping experience. It’s critical. It’s vital. It’s free. You provide me with free … something you know I am a big fan of. You expose me to new culinary adventures and for this one … I thank you.
I never would have thought of buying it on my own. I was hanging out in the frozen food section before I went over to the next aisle. And that’s where I saw you Laverne … in your Trader Joes Hawaiian shirt handing out the tiny Dixie cups of deliciousness.
I never would have thought to buy something called a kale salad, but Laverne you totally changed my mind. Trader Joe’s Broccoli Slaw & Kale Salad With Chicken was my Friday night savior.
Laverne it had it all. I high-five you, Laverne. You’re awesome.
I ended up buying two.
As I finished my year-long Happiness Project last week I thought … well?
You gonna keep going?
Will it be your lifestyle now, or was it a survival mode mechanism?
Then I got a little reminder at the CVS.
And I knew …
Reminders are a good thing.
While having our Go-Diego-Go Explorer expedition I caught a shot of a golden moment during the golden hour.
My son thoroughly engaged in the life of ants, grass, and leaves … so engaged that he didn’t fit into the entire picture.
My daughter not so much interested in ants, but much more into the stomping of leaves and the search for butterflies.
The golden hour rocks as it’s close to bath time, bedtime, and mommy quiet time.
I love the golden hour around here.