Views Near Our House

This morning, I put the kids in the jogging stroller and walked up to the cross on the top of the mountain in La Jolla. One of the best things about living here is getting a chance to enjoy the views. I love looking out at the ocean. That was something I enjoyed in Miami too.

Eternal Frat Boy

This afternoon, I was working on a proposal for my company. I realized that we might need someone to fill a very specialized position. I only know 2 people who can do that kind of work, so I decided to look one of them up in case we needed him. I haven't seen him in seven years, so I started with google. I didn't have any luck. Then, I tried Facebook & BAM there was his picture portraying an image exactly like I remembered him. He was sitting in a hot tub wearing a cowboy hat with 3 bikini clad girls surrounding him. Proof that some guys never change.

Thinking about him makes me laugh. On paper, he would be a tremendous catch for any girl. He is a great looking guy, is probably about 6’2”, has a master’s degree in engineering, is very social, loves to have fun, and makes great money. In fact, he started his own company, bought an air plane and does lots of work in the Caribbean. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that? ….ME and probably every other sensible girl alive.

Despite the fact that he is in his mid thirties, he will always be a frat boy. Not only does he party hard and drink a lot (like he is always on Spring Break on Miami Beach), but he is the ultimate dare devil. Basically, he can pretty much check off his to do list every wild/dangerous activity known to man. He is also the MOST unorganized person ever born. We worked together & his office was such a disaster that nobody dared to enter. Someone once saw a pair of dirty underwear under his desk.

He was actually the butt of many of our office jokes. Who else could sink a company boat twice in one day? I will not even try to remember how many lap tops he broke. Perhaps, I will just friend him on Facebook for the laughs and leave him off of my proposal.

Toddler Mystery

I have spent the day mainly working on my laptop in the living room. The kids have been keeping busy with various activities. For a little while, they were playing in their room. I got a phone call (*Steve has been offered a job*). While we were talking, the kids made thier way to the bathroom. I figured that Lexi had to go. Jordan often follows her in there.

Suddenly, Lexi comes running out announcing that "Jordan was peeing like a big boy!" I ended the call quickly and ran in there nervous about what I would find. Jordan's shorts and diaper were on the floor. He was struggling to keep himself up on the toilet. Lexi was happily dancing around me saying that Jordan told her that he needed to go potty, so she helped him.

This news came as a complete shock to me because other than flushing the toilet and wiping himself, he has shown NO interest. I decided that I would wait to potty train him until he was 3 because I heard boys were more difficult. This was the first time he ever sat on the toilet. Could I possibly believe that he actually went?

Being highly suspicious, I looked in the toilet. There was evidence that something had happened, but I am finding it hard to believe that Jordan did it. Lexi seems to believe he did though.

I guess this is just one of those things that I will never know exactly what happened, unless of course it happens again and I witness it.

Made It

We made it to California. I don't have much time for blogging though. I still have a lot to unpack and put away. Plus, my work is backing up and somehow I have to find the motivation to get started on it all.

...and thanks to some low down thieves in San Antonio, I have to do research and figure out how to protect the kids and me from ID theft. It all started on Friday night. We pulled into a nice hotel (Drury Inn) in San Antonio. I parked in a seemingly safe location where we could see my vehicle & u-haul trailer from our room. That didn't seem to stop the thieves though. The next morning, when we were ready to pull out, we discovered that the lock was broken and the trailer door was open about a foot. They didn't take much, but they did manage to steal one of the most important things in there. My file box with all of our ID documents was GONE. Our birth certificates, social security cards, tax returns, old resumes, old drivers licenses, and probably more that I just can't think of was in there. I have been angry and sick to my stomach ever since. I feel so sad for the kids. I can imagine evil people using their documents to sneak illegal immigrants into the country and wrack up loads of credit cards. It makes me boiling mad.

See why I never blog anymore??? All I do is complain. Hopefully, sunny California will help turn this train wreck around.