Friday, July 27, 2007

Bob's Blah Blog

Catching up on our activities. Last Sunday we went to San Francisco to pickup the nephews. We decided to ride the BART there and give the boys the opportunity of a lifetime, to ride the rails with Unkle Bobby and his side-track, Aunt Coey. Not sure if the boys ever roade the BART before, but they enjoyed the trip, and of course, our company. They had a great time at camp.
The night before (Saturday), Kevin sent me a text message asking if they could ride with their new made friends to SanFran on the bus. I responded, OK, what is your new girlfriend's name? He rplied, what new girlfriend? I answered, the one your riding the bus with. He retorted, Lacey, how did I know? I chided him, maybe almost 30 years as a police officer had something to do with it. He sobbed, oh yeah. Anyway, he met this tall lanky chica at camp and was in luv as any 15 going on 16 year old would have been. I know I would have if any girl ever even glanced my way when I was that old...but alas, none did.

Kyle didn't find a new girlfriend. Too bad for him. Missed out.

Monday, we did laundry and just lazed around. I had to take the truck back into Lodi to the Ford dealership because the check engine light came back on. This time, they said it wasn't the same problem as before, but I would have to bring it back the next day or Wednesday since they had nobody free to work on it. I choose Wednesday. The boys didn't go to Lodi with us. They were too busy reading books and reviewing the 10,000 (literally) photos they had on disk from their week at camp. 10,000 pictures of 13 to 17 year old kids...ooooh, be still my heart.

Tuesday, we took the boys back to Sacramento for their trip home. But first, we needed to have lunch. Some of us (meaning me) wanted to go to a place I saw on the Food Network called the Squeeze In. It is a burger joint what puts cheese on their burgers then lets the cheese get all fried up. It looked pretty good on TV. When we got there (east Sacramento) it really was a squeeze in place, no parking and pic-a-nic tables out back. Some of us (meaning Corinne) were not happy with my choice, so we drove to our favorite mexican food restaurant in north Sac. called El Coyote Depot or something like that. The food is good there, the boys liked it and so did Corinne and I.

Gotta sign off right now. At the library and only have access until 4 pm when the computer shuts off automatically. Like Arnold sez "I'll be back."