My number one all-time favorite thing to do in the whole world is to see things I've never seen before. More specifically places I have never seen. They don't have to be famous, or glamorous, or international, you can drive me through a suburb of Sacramento and my heart will beat fast. Well this past week Bret and I went on a business trip and I got to see lots of things I had never seen, such as:
Kenosha, Wisconsin (I've also never seen myself stand so awkwardly for a photo)
The Chicago River (I may have seen this when I was 14 but I didn't remember it)
I had never seen a man randomly wearing the exact same outfit as Monica and carrying his purse on the same shoulder
I had never tasted a donut this large or this good or from such a ghetto place
I also tasted the best
pizza of my life (I didn't take a picture of the pizza, but this is us standing outside the pizza place)
I've also never seen a warehouse stacked to the ceiling with boxes and had to sort through 850 boxes and count over 17,000 items.
If you're ever looking for a beautiful place to ride your bike in Northern CA, I'd recommend Tamales to Dillon Beach, it is beautiful. And if you huff and puff all the way up the mountain, you're not alone.
I don't mean that in the Thanksgiving sense, I mean, I look out my window in the mornings and there are turkeys wondering around my front yard. I keep trying to tell them that this is a really bad time for them to be flaunting their stuff. Bret almost hit one of the turkeys on his bike the other day. I can't imagine how rugged he would have looked had he hit it, then tied a little rope around its neck and brought it home tossed over his shoulder.
Those two six year olds aren't the only Wilson lovers, Bret too has an affinity for the beard, so much so that this was his pumpkin this year:
While I am now a big Giants fan, I thought it was kind of funny that the headline in the Tribune, in size 340 font, read WORLD CHAMPS!! The Giants have proved that they are the best baseball players, but can they really declare themselves world champs if they played another American team? Maybe they can, I'm new to this baseball business.
I had never seen a man randomly wearing the exact same outfit as Monica and carrying his purse on the same shoulder
I had never tasted a donut this large or this good or from such a ghetto place
I also tasted the best pizza of my life (I didn't take a picture of the pizza, but this is us standing outside the pizza place)
This past weekend Bret capsized in a kayak and had to crawl out of the water... but don't worry he had his boot on so his foot didn't break anymore, just a lot of seaweed caught in the velcro and an incredible amount of sand soaked into the neoprene part.
