Zoopa

There isn't much I miss about living in California. In fact, I can probably name what I miss on 3 fingers.

Finger #1- Family

Finger #2- Watching the Angels on TV for free
and

Finger #3- Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes

During basketball season Papa goes down to Oregon a handful of times. The hotel the team stays at is right down the street from Sweet Tomatoes. He gets to eat there twice during the weekends he is in Oregon. Sometimes, Brother Bear gets to go on the trip with Papa. Which means Brother gets to eat at Sweet Tomatoes too. Brother then likes to call and tell me that he just ate at Sweet Tomatoes.

Brother didn't have school on Friday, so, Brother, Sister and I went up to a mall near Seattle that has a Mariners team store. You can buy your tickets at the store without the ridiculous service charges. Down the street from the mall is a restaurant called Zoopas. Zoopas is otherwise known as Fresh Choice and Fresh Choice is definitely not as good as Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes. But, Zoopas is as close as I am going to get to Souplantation. So for lunch that is where the three of us headed. Since I haven't had Souplantation since the summer of 2008 I was pretty excited. We filled our bellies and headed home.

Baseball Days

The Angels have had some great weather for playing baseball lately. The season started out slow but has picked up. We could finish the regular season in second place. Brother Bear has spent most of the season playing catcher. He's pitched a few innings also.

Game of Duck Duck Goose

Fire department burning down a house during the game.

Nice face stuffed with a snack



Hanging out at 3rd

Bunting



Brother Bear as catcher. Always makes me a little nervous with batters at the plate who look like #10

Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day.......A lit late!

For Mothers Day we went out to breakfast and then headed up to Seattle to watch the Angels play. It was a gorgeous day out! We got to Seattle early, but not early enough to get the free parking by Krispy Kreme. Neither of the teams took batting practice out on the field, so we just watched some of the pitchers work out. Brother got 3 Angel pitcher autographs. Unfortunately the Angels lost. It never fails, whenever we go to a game here in Seattle they lose but then win the ones we aren't at. After the game we stopped in at Krispy Kreme for a post game donut. The kids enjoyed watching the donuts coming out on the conveyor belts. Sister tried to keep her eyes open on the way home but she finally gave in and crashed. When we got home we spent some time playing outside. We had a nice family day together.

Mixer

One time when Papa and I were first married I was making chocolate chip cookies. I was stirring the batter and I remember him walking by and telling me that his mom uses a mixer. I was like "well, I don't, I stir it by hand." That's how my mom made cookies when I was growing up. She only used a mixer for cake mixes. We got a blender from someone as a shower gift. It's a very simple, no bells and whistles, no frills mixer. I can probably count on both hands how many times I've used it and we've been married almost 15 years. I made these Oatmeal Fudge Bars ( http://www.mamamanifesto.com/2010/05/sinful-copycat-starbucks-oatmeal-fudge.html )and it required using a mixer. So, I pulled out my mixer and got to work. These bars are supposed to be like Starbucks Oatmeal Fudge bars. I've never had one so I don't know if they taste like the Starbucks ones or not. They turned out pretty good. I sent most of them to work with Papa because they are too rich to have at home. Oh, I bet I could have frozen them to save for later.

Blue Milk or Brown Milk

We get out milk delivered every Monday from the milkman. There is a little box outside of our front door. Usually we get four blue milks and two brown milks. It's pretty darn tasty and lasts a lot longer than store bought milk does. Brother Bear, who is not a milk drinker, loves their chocolate milk aka brown milk. At dinnertime Sister Bear requests two milks in her cup....blue milk and brown milk. Sometimes I catch Papa drinking right out of the brown milk container.

Rainiers Game

We spent Sunday at the Rainier's Game with Brothers baseball team. All of the teams in his league come in uniform and go out onto the field before the game for the National Anthem. It was a drizzly windy day for baseball. Luckily we were under the overhang so we didn't get wet from the heavy drizzle. The boys had a grand ole time. They each got a voucher for a drink, hot dog and chips and then they all managed to eat more junk during the game.