Halling Go To Alaska

Last weekend, as you may have heard, I was in Orlando with the husband.  We were meeting up with Brooke and ChristieO and Audrey.  For our pre-race lunch meal we went to this awesome buffet place called Sweet Tomatoes.  ChristieO recommended it as yummy and healthy and with lots of options for only about $10 a person.  I was sold.  One of Christie's tri-buddies was with us as she was running the marathon too.  Because Sweet Tomatoes is awesome, it was a little busy for the late lunch we were having.  We ended up finding one booth and one table.  The booth held all the boys (the husbands) and the table held us ladies. So, of course, because 4/5 of us are mothers we were swapping stories of the "joys" of motherhood and sharing pictures we had on our phones.  I honestly don't even remember what the specifics were, but halfway through our stories Brooke very purposefully and quickly reached over, grabbed her purse, and was looking at something.  I was sitting across fro

Just a few pictures from this week. Four deer - 2 adults 2 babies. Right off one of the busier side roads in town. Self portrait of B - She kind of looks like the deer. S wearing daddy's swim goggles Here are all 3 in the backyard just after breakfast. Check out the 'do on M!

Okay, I think I'm recovering from both the trip and my vertigo. (Hopefully I'm not jinxing myself as I type this.) I've still been pretty tired. Yesterday I actually took a nap. That never happens...well maybe a couple of times, but I was pregnant then. (And no, that is DEFINITELY not a possibility!) So my head is still a little off center, but I can actually look in a direction other than straight ahead. And, even though the past couple of days of feeling like I might fall over, I actually cleaned my house (with lots of help from my kids. No sarcasm here, they actually did dishes and vaccuumed and scrubbed mirrors and bathroom sinks. They can be awesome kids when they want to) because Bunko was last night...at my house. It was fun, as usual. I think my chicken salad was a hit (although I did steal it from here ). Although I presented mine with the option of having it on a croissant or as a wrap with either basil-tomato or spinach-herb tortillas. Luckily I made

I'm probably going to be posting some pictures this weekend of M and B on their motorcycle. Tim grew up riding dirt bikes. He bought his first one as an adult after he graduated from college. A huge occurence because he was the first in his family to get his Bachelor's degree. Then he decided it should be a family endevour, so after moving to Nevada and our house being a half mile from BLM land where they could ride, he bought a little one for the girls with training wheels. Did you know they make training wheels for dirk bikes? It is quite adorable. I have to add that I don't ride. Tim keeps insisting he will get me up and going, but bikes are heavy, and I, on a good day, weigh a buck-15, and I'm a little nervous about falling over on it! I'm not the most coordinated person on the face of the earth. Heck, I had to start wearing my watch with the face on the inside of my wrist in high school because I wouldn't take the corner into the hallway sharp eno

So tonight on the way home from my parents house for dinner I had an interesting conversation with B, my oldest. She had brought her stuffed monkey, Elizabeth, whom she made at Build-a-Bear, with her all dress up and in her "summer clothes". During our stay Elizabeth ended up on the couch where S found her sitting. S cannot leave anything with clothes on alone. She must feel something is wrong with dolls and stuffed animals that have clothes on, because those clothes, well they are a problem. I think it is just practice for disrobing herself, which she does quite nicely in order to change into the 5th outfit for the day. (How I ended up with these girlie girls, I don't know!) Anyway S disrobed the Elizabeth the monkey. Just as she was finishing B noticed, got mad, walked over, and took Elizabeth and all her paraphernalia away from S. This was a good thing because who knows where all those little pieces of clothing might have ended up in the hands of a 2 year old.