Manhattan Beach. I'm so glad we went to this beach today. There are a bunch of factors that go into having a good beach experience. Toys, not getting too red, actual waves. Surprisingly, waves really vary from beach to beach, even ones close by each other. Manhattan Beach has good waves. The girls were boogie boarding the entire time. Also, traffic to and from the beach is a huge factor as well. There is a carpool lane all the way there and I never had to get on the 10. Trust me, that's good.
Bagel Sandwiches and FroYo Yogurt Shop in Montrose. Julianne made these bagel sandwiches for me once and we've been loving them ever since. Take a bagel, slice it in half. Put ranch (not mayo) and mustard on top. Sprinkle shredded cheese. Melt a little in microwave. Layer good turkey, salted tomatoes and avacado. Voila. Very good. Montrose is the cutest little street with cute shops and food. We just needed a little somethin somethin after our easy bagel sandwiches.
Shredding the Gnar and Santa Barbara. If you don't know what shredding the gnar is, you really aren't from California. That is actually Spencer's day surfing and Brett's for work. Spencer is going surfing tomorrow too. He is having so much fun this summer. Too bad we haven't been in any place long enough for him to have a full-time job. I hope he can remember how to STUDY and WORK at BYU. Brett is in Santa Barbara watching NBA players exercise. Well, he is watching a doctor analyze how NBA players use their muscles and knees, ankles, etc. Research for work. Oh and he's there with Tony Horton. I feel badly for him that he has to do that. That's ok. Jane's here so we're good.
Little Manhattan and Toddlers and Tiaras. After the beach, we all needed a little rest time, so out came one of my favorite movies. Cutest movie ever: Little Manhattan. Now, I can hear the dumbest reality show ever from the other room, Toddlers and Tiaras. I'm blogging instead. I feel like graham crackers and milk, but I'll be good and not act on that craving. Goodnight.


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