Star Power

After years of waiting in a jealous rage of those across the Southwest that could enjoy the majesty of The Original Six Dollar Burger anytime they wanted, Carl's Jr. has finally arrived in Western Washington via two locations in Tacoma and Lacey.

Colleen and I made our inaugural visit last night in Lacey along with a virtual parade of loyal followers and those simply drawn to the power of the Star. We barely approached the drive-through window when the delicious memories of the best fast food on Earth came rushing back.

In an instant I recalled a time long ago, when Happy Star and his smoky delicious charbroiled burgers served as an oasis in the barren wasteland of three-days-long drives to Disneyland in the family van.

While the visit seemed like only a brief moment (we did, after all, go through the drive-through), it's the journey, not the destination at Carl's Jr. And, we will undoubtably continue to savor the flavor of ol' Carl's dream long after the glitz and glamour of his grand entrance to Western Washington fades into memory.

LOST...and Found?

Those who know us, know that we are LOST junkies. We don't watch a lot of TV, but that show is simply brilliant (except for Harold Perrineau's character, Michael. If I hear that dude say, "Gimmie my boy back" one more time, I'm going to throw something at my TV).

Anyway, the other day I stumbled upon one Jason Hunter and his very compelling theory that at least seems to finally unravel the show's complex mystery.

The theory is based on time travel and people living in parallel timelines (I know that sounds really nerdy, but take it or leave it). Keep in mind, it certainly doesn't answer every question; but once the headache you get from reading the very-much belabored explanation wears off, it will make a lot of sense.

Via Digg

Shut-Eye

The other day Jane was sitting on my lap while we looked at some photos on the computer (or 'puter as its known around here) and Clark was playing on the ground nearby with a little toy cow. I heard him making his usual babble and looked over to see him laying face down on the carpet, bottom up in the air. His voice was trailing off and he just fell asleep right on the ground next to us. Still holding the little cow. Poor sleepy kid.

On the Hunt

Our church put on an Easter brunch and egg hunt for the kids this weekend. It was a little wet out, but not too bad for March in Western Washington. Jane had her new pink Easter basket (bucket, really) and was ready to go. Despite several reminders to gather as many eggs as possible, she continually found herself distracted by the allure of opening the eggs to discover the prize inside.

Little did I know that after the hunt, her dad emptied the candy from all of the eggs and stuffed it in her pockets. When I went looking for it later that afternoon, I discovered what little was left and was told it was to be a secret between the two of them.

Soccer Practice

I recently signed Chad and Jane up for Mommy/Daddy & Me Soccer for 2-3 1/2 year olds. "Practice" is held every Saturday. So far, Jane has figured out the basics: don't to pick up the ball and kick it into the goal. Not bad for a two-year-old.

Half the time she participates and has a great time. The other half she acts stubborn and instead of participating says, "I don't want to." This has come as no surprise.