We are having a great time here. It is sinfully hot. (If you are from the South or are living in Southern California where I heard it was a blistering 120 degrees yesterday, I’m sorry… you can tell me to talk to the hand or something because I’m sure I’m being a total wimp but it’s been in the upper 90’s with no air conditioning which is dadgum hot enough for me to complain about it! I’m sorry for your suffering if you have worse than that!)
Yesterday we spent the afternoon outside at a block party barbeque on my parent’s little street. It was fun. But of course, hot. The kids spent a couple of hours splashing about in the yard again.
Today we beat the heat by heading to my favorite restaurant of all time. (Don’t worry Mama Chanoli, we still want Val’s again tomorrow night!! Could we ever have too much of it? I mean that in the “What cholesterol?” kind of way.) The truth is that I really just wanted pictures at my favorite restaurant. For I have told many a person how glorious a Val’s burger is but how can they be expected to believe me without proof? You will never ever ever have a flame broiled burger better than the ones made here:
Nothin’ better than that right there folks. If you are ever within in a 250 mile radius of this place around lunch or dinner (or breakfast if you love french toast or steak and eggs) you won’t waste gas getting there. (okay… maybe 25 miles.)
This evening was spent eating dinner out on the back patio around a big gigantic table that President Ronald Reagan is rumored (no, really, it’s a fact) to have eaten at on a beautiful sprawling ranch just north of Mount Shasta during his gubernatorial campaign in California. How cool is that? It’s in my parent’s backyard and their dog sleeps under it…
Then we spent some time out back watching the kids play. I took pictures of my punk teenage brother (I love him you know) skateboarding. He’s a little hotty. But don’t tell him I said that. He’ll get an even bigger head.
The kids decided to climb Grandma’s apple tree and eat some of it’s sour bounty. There are no climbable trees in our neck of suburbia up north because we live in such a new subdivision. If our kids tried to climb the trees in our neighborhood the trees would have no branches left to speak of. But here they are in Grandma’s beautiful apple tree and I have to say, these are some of my favorite pictures that I’ve taken with my new camera.