ES MUY, MUY DIVERTIDA!!!

Ever notice that the Spanish word for 'fun' is pretty much 'diversion?'

This has been another...



This past week, my family and I ENJOYED!!! (and there simply aren't enough syllables in 'enjoyed') some time together and AWAY from any and all medical school-type facilities, in their entirety. CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES!!!

We:

Cleaned our house better than it has been since we moved in. Didn't last long. Wah-WAAAHHH!!!

Met Hubby Dearest for lunch on Monday--sans children. SWEET VICTORY!!! Hmm. Sweet & Sour Chicken, too, now that I mention it. NOT one of the Top 100, incidentally. ;0) (Inside joke just went outside, just for you, Bubba.)

Pulled Quinn out of school and met Daddy for lunch at Oregano's in Tempe. BEST DINING EXPERIENCE EVER! Take your kids. They give the weasels pizza dough to play with. Brilliant!

Chicken Pesto Stuffed Pizza. Excuse me while I blot the keyboard dry.....................

Half Chocolate, Half Peanut Butter Pizookie with Ice Cream. Seriously. I'm gonna short this thing out.

Got Noelle's ears pierced. I KID YOU NOT when I tell you the broad didn't cry. Didn't get scared. Didn't even budge. She sat there like a statue and afterward, simply asked, "Do I look beautiful?" Sweet Thang, you've never needed accessories for that. Make no mistake.

My brother, Paul, and I 'broke in' (ok, the straight-laced, Mormon version -- aka we had keys and permission from the vice principal) to a school pool, reminisced by lapping it up old school, and played around in true Miller fashion in the diving well. (Wuumpa would've been so proud.) I'm pretty sure we did dives that have never before been attempted...on purpose...and with good reason...

WENT TO THE LAKE!!! Hand on all religious texts, one of my FAVORITE things to do!

Look at that. Just like her momma. Only has cleavage with lifevest assistance. Wah-WAAAHHHH!!!

Took my best PA school friend, Cassi, along for the ride (of her life). Did a little racing. And I skied for the first time this year! How 'bout Ski90X?

And that's the last anyone ever saw of my beloved sunglasses. (Cue the single, solitary tear.)

The moral of the story? Never trust your valuables to a friend's cleavage...however ample it may be. (...Jealous much, Mandie???...)

But I digress.

ANYHOO!!!...Then we hit up Ben Avery to warm up some Christmas gifts that, even Cousin Eddie would agree, "Keep on givin' the whole year 'round."

WOOH! Mommy like!

Not bad for my first time and at 100 yards.

Guess the camerapunk was feeling lucky.

Hmmm. Actually, no. It wasn't cold outside. At all. Try again.

(J/K, J-dogg. Aunt Dani's tiny little pocket pistol surprisingly packed a punch! Still. It made me picture a tiny Zoolander School for Midgets Who Can't Shoot Good.)

Merry Christmas to ME!

"Check the schematics on this baddawg."

All fleshwounds aside, this week's been spectacularly, gloriously, memorably diverting. Now. To hold my breath until I surface again in Mid-November. :0)