For mom's birthday we went to San Francisco it was so much fun!
Here is the Oakland temple, we saw it from BART's (kind of like a train) so the picture isn't very good.
Me and Kali just being ourselves...
On Fisherman's Wharf there is this hat shop that we always stop in, LICE HEAVEN! My head literally itched for hours after we went in there. The hat says "kiss me" and has mistletoe above it. I think I should have bought it ha.
BFFs. (I love kali's dimple she is so gorgeous)
We went to Bubba Gumps for lunch and Preston told them it was mom's b-day. They made her stand on her chair while everyone whooped and hollered at her while they sang. They said she was turning 29... if only.
Here we are at Pier 39...
There were all of these really weird statues everywhere so me and Kali took pictures with them what else are they for?
Here is the reason we went to San Francisco, Mom wanted to go see the "Bush Man"... He is so funny he hides behind these bushes and when people walk by, he scares them. It is hilarious.
More freaky statues.
Here we are on Fisherman's Wharf, we road the trolley down to the wharf, it was so cool we had never done that before (I didn't post a ton of pics because mom will, I didn't want to steal her thunder, so look at her blog). We had so much fun ...
Except for one thing. I am notorious for losing things, I don't try to. seriously. but sure enough I was bound to lose something on this trip...I always do. At work we got these really cool stainless steel water bottles to kind of advertise for our investment representative (I bought one almost exactly like it from Nordstrom for like $20, so yeah these were nice water bottles) I loved that thing so much, I literally carried it everywhere. So sure enough we get off the plane (mom even says, "Juli, do you have everything..." and I do) and we go to the bathroom and yup I left it in the bathroom stall, on the toilet paper dispenser. The second we walk out of security I suddenly realize my most prized possession (for the moment anyways) is gone... forever. I almost started crying. The week gets even better, on friday I am at school and I have my keys in my hand (on my key ring I have two keys both are to my car, don't ask me why but when the car salesman handed me the keys both were on one ring and I never took the other one off. BAD IDEA!), go to class, the keys are set on my desk then I go study and this thought comes to my mind... put your keys in your backpack, yup I ignored it a few minutes later same thing... but I once again ignore it. When it's time to go to class I stand up my keys fall out of my lap, I don't realize and walk away. After class I get in my backpack because I needed to go to my car and I realize my keys are gone. gulp. I retraced my steps but no luck, sure enough I start bawling uncontrollably, call dad out of class and make him come search because I can't even see from the tears blurring my vision. I prayed so hard... we retraced my steps and I got the "remember where you put things/put things in the same place" lecture I hear almost every other day. We went back to the place I was studying (for the second time) and I tell dad, "I was sitting right here... they're gone." Then this kid looks over and asks, "are you looking for keys?" I think I heard angels singing, he had turned them into the receptionist across the hall. I was seriously being watched over, guided, helped, prompted... the whole nine yards! the church is true and I love it.
