Going home

After many days of sun, surf and catching tan, it's time to head home.


But first, a visit to the outlet stores because come on, you have to.

That adventure was a blast! Thank you, host family!

(Hmm. Where to next, I wonder?)

The Outer Banks

Today, after a lot of driving, we are in Corolla, North Carolina. This area is part of what's called the Outer Banks, on the Currituck Banks peninsula. They're a series of long skinny islands and peninsulas on the far eastern edge of the state.


Corolla has some awesome beaches. Plus this sand is perfect for construction work. This is my domain! I am king of the castle! I just hope the tide doesn't sweep me out to sea.

South of here, on Ocracoke Island, is where the pirate Blackbeard used to hang out. (Arr matey!)

Having loads of fun here. I hope we don't leave any time soon.

Washington, DC

Well, now I know where I am: our nation's capital! This is so exciting. I wonder if I'll be the first Lego person to meet the President.


That monorail-looking thing behind me is a Metro train. We've stopped at a station that says "Smithsonian." Wonder what that could be?


Well, I'll tell you, it looks like this. At least PART of it looks like this. The Smithsonian turns out to be a very big place, especially for a little Lego guy.


We went into the National Museum of American History and looked at the inaugural dresses and other gowns for First Ladies. (Tasteful choice, Edith Wilson.)

I wonder what will happen tomorrow. Do you wonder too? Let's wonder together, shall we?

It's an adVENture!

And the first one I've had for some time, too!


This time I'm going with my host family to... um... hey, where are we going? Nobody told me.

I guess I'll find out when we get there.

Time to come clean...

Some time ago this story crossed the newswires. I think it's time you knew what it was all about.


It's called the Siesta Key Project, and it's one of many related projects designed to raise awareness about the plight of captive Lego people everywhere. Just because we're 1 1/2 inches tall and made of plastic doesn't mean we don't have a BIG desire to get out there and see the world!

The Ministry of Minifigure Travel and Tourism urges you to free your Lego minifigures today and let them have a much-needed vacation. Remember: if you love your Legos, set them free. If they come back to you, they're yours. If they don't, they're probably enjoying the weather on a white sand beach somewhere, so don't take it too personally.

Christmas shopping

Hmm. The other day I kept hearing someone shouting, "Put your Mickey ears on, we're going to Disneyland!" and then suddenly my family was gone. So I did what I usually do under these circumstances.


I went to Seattle to go Christmas shopping.


And what to my wondering eyes should appear...


but a miniature sleigh and five tiny rain-pigs.

Huh.


Well, mine not to question why. Mine to do quite a lot of shopping instead.


You know, the Space Needle looks a lot less tall in person. Just saying.


I wonder what my family might like for Christmas.


Perhaps a festive film?


A Good Kitty ornament. This shopping trip just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Eventually I found the perfect gift (not shown here so as not to spoil the surprise) and made my purchase. And then I hitched a ride home so as not to be missing when my family returned.

I'm so sneaky.

Turkey dreams

As I slept off the turkey feast, I had a very strange dream.


I dreamt I was in a strange place.


Indiana Jones was there...


and for some reason he tried to rob me.


But all of a sudden this grey-bearded wizard showed up...


and he turned Indy into a chicken.


It was about that time that I decided I should run.


Unfortunately I was so busy running away that I didn't watch where I was going.


Luckily (?) the wizard turned me into a chicken as I fell, so I wasn't hurt.


But just then some evil wizards found me.


Although they turned me back to myself again...


they decided not to let me leave until they'd made me one of them.


So they did!


Gahhh! Just about then I woke up, thank goodness. I didn't really want to be an evil wizard.

[Many thanks to Erik for documenting my dream!]

Thanksgiving Day

Did I mention I got invited to a friend's house to celebrate Thanksgiving this year?

I didn't?

Maybe it's because I've been sleeping it off ever since.


Nice wreath. Can you see me in it?


While waiting for dinner to be served, I wandered around and looked at all the decorations that were out.


There were a lot of them.


My friend is an artist who likes to decorate for the holidays.


I was getting hungry... but just around the time I started thinking about breaking into the oranges, dinner was served!


Look at this bounteous spread! Mmm turkey.


The food, a little closer. Mmmm.

We ate and ate until we could eat no more. But even then we weren't finished!


It was time for dessert.


There was cheesecake with raspberry sauce.


Ohohohhh cheesecake.


There was also pumpkin pie. Ohohohhhh pie.


And there was even more food to take home! Really!

While everyone else played games after dinner, I fell into a deep food coma.

My secret revealed

Hello, my name is Legoman, and for years I've harbored a terrible secret.


I haven't wanted to let anyone know about my condition. But I think it's about time I was honest with people.


I have Lego pattern baldness.

Oh, the shame of it! I feel like hiding behind a mask and never letting anyone see my true face again.


Unfortunately, this isn't a very good look for me.

However, thanks to the miracle of interchangeable parts, I do have options.


I could wear a snazzy hat, for example. Very becoming, though it does make me look like I'm going to loaf around all day.


Or I could go with the old business-in-the-front, party-in-the-back look.


This one will look great if I ever decide to go into the military.


Groovy baby, yeah!

Well, don't wait up for me. I might be a while trying on new hair.

What the...?

So today I was just minding my own business, working on my tan and chillaxin' on the deck...


when I had an unexpected visitor.


What is this? Where are you taking me? Can't I at least put on some pants first?!


CURSE YOU, SEAFAIR PIRATES!