Well, I would have to say this vacation was a success. Not that I didn't think it would be good. Carrie, the boys and I came down last Saturday, Nov. 22. Carrie flew first class while I hung in coach with the boys. Lucky!!!
Sunday, we hung out with family and had a great time catching up. We then went out with Brent (Carrie's brother) and Sarah (Carrie's cousin) for drinks at The Fisherman's restaurant. I of course started with 2 oyster shooters- FRESH! and Delicious!! And also had a couple of Jack and Cokes. Carrie had a few Margaritas and we had a good night. It was a lot of fun hanging out. Carrie had a hard time walking home, but between the three of us, we were able to help.
Monday we went to Disneyland. You know you are a grown up when you take your kids on more little kid rides and you go on less cool, fun, adult rides. Eric actually went on Space Mountain and Splash Mountain though, so I can't complain too much. The kids were just beat!!!
Tuesday was a chill day. We just hung out around the house. We were pretty tired from D-Land. We did go down to the park down the street and played for a while, then went for a walk along the pier.
Wednesday, both of Carrie's parents worked, so we hung out for a while, and went to the park again. Carrie and I went back to The Fisherman's for dinner and had the crab feast. Holy #$@!, we ate sooooooo much food. And Thanks to Bob, the General Manager of The Fisherman's for taking care of the $145.00 bill. We had to go get cash for the tip, as we were not expecting our friend Bob to take such good care of us. We came back to the house and were both in a food coma.
Thursday of course was Thanksgiving. We had more relatives visiting (Scott's brother Kent and his wife Sho) and Brent came for dinner. Carrie made her awesome Turkey and Lois made the rest of the traditional food. It was awesome and I was in another food coma for the second day in a row.
Friday we went to the San Diego Zoo Wildlife Animal Park. Pretty cool place! It really was like an African safari. There were lots of elephants, zebras, giraffes, rhinos, etc. Fun and tired us all out. We went to Ramano's Macaroni Grill for dinner, which put me into food coma #3 for the week. My stomach hates me. It was Lois's b-day so I kept pretending the singers were going to come sing to her. They never did, because they went on break when the server brought over the cake. Lucky Lois. We leave tomorrow morning. I'll let you know how the plane ride goes. I'll be sitting in 1st class on the way back home.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Will Real Donald Hopkins Please Stand Up?
So,
I get a MSN Chat message from my Uncle in Fairbanks, Alaska asking if I was in Anchorage on 10/08/08. The Anchorage Police Department is looking for me, he says. I used to live with him approximately 15 years ago. He received a notice of two vehicle citations totalling $110. Since I was nowhere near Anchorage for a couple of years, I was perplexed. "Could it be that the person that bought my car over 10 years ago never changed the title from my name?" Man this sucks!!! So I called the number my Uncle gave me and talked to a lady. I explained who I was and what I was inquiring about, and she told me the citations were for a 1989 Green GMC pickup. As I told her I had never owned a GMC of any sort, she put me on hold and looked up the DMV records. She came back on the phone and informed me that the title had been transferred out of my name the day after the citations were issued. Super!!!! She then told me I could get a sworn affidavit from the buyer indicating I had sold the truck to him prior to the citations being issued, get it notarized and send it in. "Well, I have not lived in Alaska for over 11 years" I told her. "How do I go about doing that, when I have never actually owned this vehicle?" She told me she had never come across this before and that I would have to contact the DMV and see if they could straighten this out. Then get back with them. Frustrated and getting ready to call the DMV, I asked he one last favor, "Can you tell me if the truck is registered under Donald J. Hopkins? I have a few relatives living up there that have the same name as me, we just have different middle names." She looked it up and told me it was registered under Donald L. Hopkins. I told her thank you for her time, as I hung up and feel much better. This could be my cousin or my other uncle. The uncle I was chatting with told me he talked to my cousin and he or his dad never owned a Green GMC pickup. Weird, I guess it will remain a mystery along with why my uncle that does not share my name received this notice at his house. There are apparently too many Donald Hopkins in this world. This is not the first time I have been approached and asked if I was a different Donald Hopkins.
DH
I get a MSN Chat message from my Uncle in Fairbanks, Alaska asking if I was in Anchorage on 10/08/08. The Anchorage Police Department is looking for me, he says. I used to live with him approximately 15 years ago. He received a notice of two vehicle citations totalling $110. Since I was nowhere near Anchorage for a couple of years, I was perplexed. "Could it be that the person that bought my car over 10 years ago never changed the title from my name?" Man this sucks!!! So I called the number my Uncle gave me and talked to a lady. I explained who I was and what I was inquiring about, and she told me the citations were for a 1989 Green GMC pickup. As I told her I had never owned a GMC of any sort, she put me on hold and looked up the DMV records. She came back on the phone and informed me that the title had been transferred out of my name the day after the citations were issued. Super!!!! She then told me I could get a sworn affidavit from the buyer indicating I had sold the truck to him prior to the citations being issued, get it notarized and send it in. "Well, I have not lived in Alaska for over 11 years" I told her. "How do I go about doing that, when I have never actually owned this vehicle?" She told me she had never come across this before and that I would have to contact the DMV and see if they could straighten this out. Then get back with them. Frustrated and getting ready to call the DMV, I asked he one last favor, "Can you tell me if the truck is registered under Donald J. Hopkins? I have a few relatives living up there that have the same name as me, we just have different middle names." She looked it up and told me it was registered under Donald L. Hopkins. I told her thank you for her time, as I hung up and feel much better. This could be my cousin or my other uncle. The uncle I was chatting with told me he talked to my cousin and he or his dad never owned a Green GMC pickup. Weird, I guess it will remain a mystery along with why my uncle that does not share my name received this notice at his house. There are apparently too many Donald Hopkins in this world. This is not the first time I have been approached and asked if I was a different Donald Hopkins.
DH
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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