I Need A Vacation From My Vacation

I think this was taken on Saturday, the best I've surfed Trestles.
I look very happy.

Just got back from a week in Southern California. We stayed within a mile of one of my favorite surf spots, Trestles located in San Clemente. Translation: I'm tired.

I was up everyday very early, usually around 4 or 4:30am to go surfing, so I could be back early to visit family. I was very busy.

I did sleep in til 6 am two times. Once on purpose, the day we went to Disneyland and I didn't even surf. Shocking, I know.

Then the day after Disneyland, I accidentally over slept, until 6am. I was struck with a severe case of Disneyland hangover. Let's just say Mickey drank me under the table. Who knew a mouse could drink so much?

It was a very fun trip. We all loved seeing and reconnecting with family. And the waves, well, I think they called it the swell of the decade or something. Saturday was the best day by far, but the other days were fun. I logged about 19 hours of surf in 6 days and I'm stoked.

The first few days of swell were the biggest. Friday, the first day, I got caught inside by a large set wave, drug in 100 feet, and lost my right contact, all before catching my first wave.

"Some one's gonna die in the ocean today," I say to my friend.

Unfortunately, I was right. A body surfer died at the Wedge, only a few hours after I uttered those words.

I have never been so worked or paddled so much, in Southern California. I had to tell the ocean several times, "you're being rude, please stop trying to drown me, already."

Sorry Mom, I know that's upsetting, but look on the bright side, I'm still here to bug you and tell you, "you are severely technologically challenged. And I love you."

Anyways, I need a vacation from my vacation so I'm not writing the blog today. Wait a second..........

Disneyland Loves Me in 09!

Oh my gosh, I may not be a famous blogger, yet, but I'm loved by Disneyland.

Move over Mickey, SurfMama is taking over Disneyland. Um, is there a wave pool there? Oh, never mind. Donald Duck can just fly me to Trestles in his helicopter. Or maybe Tinkerbell will just sprinkle some of that pixie dust on me, and Peter Pan and I will fly to the beach.

I don't even know what to write, but thanks to everyone who made my year at Disneyland possible. The video pretty much explains what Disneyland is doing for me and how they are going to do it. So watch below. You have to click on the play button or the video won't start. Click play. Click play. Click play.