Disneyland: Halloween 2009 6:34 PM

So we decided that the only way to celebrate Halloween this year (and escape careers and homework) was to head out to Disneyland. Frankly the only way to properly celebrate/avoid anything is to head out to Disneyland, but that's a different topic. The really great part is that our friends actually agreed with our train of thought which helped us find a ride to California (thanks again Bodie and Tina!).

The ride down was jammed packed with adventure:

These are looks of fear, not joy and excitement. Space Mountain was haunted, you see. McKinnen vowed to never go again. At least this trip.

It seems that most everyone else avoids water lines when it rains. Doesn't make sense to me, but so be it. As a result we rode Splash an unprecedented three times without getting off the ride!

My life is now complete.

Misha satisfies her lead foot.

Liam enjoys the views of Fantasyland.

At 5 pm, my shoes are not yet dry.

I carved these myself.

I'm still not sure what Mickey was for Halloween, but I'm digging the costume.

The best way to start the morning is on Dumbo. I have yet to find anyone, other that Curt, to disagree with me.

This is the Tea Cup for those with iron stomachs or no common sense.

This one's a little more tame.

This one doesn't move at all. Smart choice Boey.

Is this what the future Disneyland holds for me?

Costumes in Disneyland. Need I say more?

We're in the back row, if you can't spot us.

Mailing postcards from the park has become one of my favorite traditions.

Summer: I'm not saying you can't go outside, I'm just saying that you don't have to. 6:54 PM

Misha and I were walking Saturday night (I guess we don't have much of a life) and the weather was wonderful. It seems to me that Summer is dying. Thank you. As you know, I can't stand the heat. If the sun didn't sustain life, I would vote to blow it up. So, here's a look back at some of the cooler moments in my stinking hot summer (and an excuse to catch up on months of blogging).

Misha and I started our summer in Seattle. The Space Needle is tall. And you can walk around the top of it. We saw (and I ate) fish, avoided Starbucks at every turn in the city (until Misha needed a glass of milk), and had the greatest donuts ever. Misha was even able to shop. I stood on the sidewalk. That store was waaay too pink for a guy to set foot in.

When we got back from Seattle, we decided that we were bored with the apartment. So we moved into a townhouse in North Salt Lake. It's only a 20 min drive from where we used to live, work, and basically do everything. In theory, anyway. If you would like to visit, you head down Construction Freeway, over Construction Overpass and then take the Construction Exit. From there you take a left at the light on Construction Street. At the stop sign turn right on Finally Out of Construction Road before turning left into our complex, "Don't Park on the Street Neighborhood." We really like it here. (Honestly, we do.)

After living here for a month we're still not sure where to place the living room furniture. I'm pretty sure we're comfortable with where the garbage can is, so that's a start.

To escape unpacking in the house, we distracted ourselves on the 4th of July at Curt and Charity's annual celebration. Once again, Dan and Steve taught their children the importance of combing legal fireworks to create a more dangerous environment than illegal fireworks do. God bless America.

To continue avoiding unpacking, Misha and I also attended the 24th of July Parade. It was just like every other year that we have ever attended with two major highlights:

To end the hottest part of the summer, Jake and Andrea took their family camping and asked Misha and I to come up for dinner one night. That way I could make the peach cobbler for them. And they could enjoy our company, of course. They discovered that Boston really likes dirt, their tent is big enough to include their dog, Mom and Dad have fun encouraging Boston to like the dirt (thus the smiles), and Misha isn't the biggest camper (thus the lack of smile).

All in all it's been a good summer. I bid it fair well.
Who want's to go to Disneyland?

Disneyland: Long Overdue (trip and report) 11:43 AM

Curt, this one's for you:

Misha's lead foot is satisfied on the Autopia.

New found dessert: Frozen Orange Sorbe. Oh man.

Misha scouts for Indians...

while Deacon enjoys his favorite ride: The Dirt.

Misha's birthday at the Blue Bayou.

You don't see this everyday. Well...I do.

Cinnamon Twist + Fruit Parfait + Main Street= Good Breakfast.

Deacon enjoys the Pixar Parade.

McKinnen conquered the Tower, with little Terror I might add.

Gotta like Toy Story!

Let me on!

Lily is in there somewhere.

Misha would score higher if she wore her glasses.

The trip is now complete.

It was the oddest thing. During our entire trip, the line for Pirates of the Carribean was never longer than 5 minutes.

And even then, there was never anyone in line:

I guess no one was interested.