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..........

I'm Looking At You Upside Down

Yeah, I'm really cute, aren't I, but I think I can
have you arrested for taking my picture, especially
if it ends up on Facebook.



"I'm looking at you upside down."


Now I'm looking at you sideways, and
you look strange. Stranger, oh no!
Mother told me not to speak to strangers,
or let them take my picture.


"Peek-A-Boo!"

The Secret Language of Butts

My husband and I have been married for 12 years, now. He has a lot of sound effects, most of which, I'm used to.

When he blows his nose, it sounds like, "honk, honk, honk, honk, honk........."

There are actually too many honks too quote. When we're in public, and he starts blowing his honker, I give him a look, so he doesn't embarrass himself.

However, he is usually oblivious to my look, and honks away. At which point, I take great joy in watching the faces of people, who are unaccustomed to his honking. And I try really hard not to laugh at their faces, but it's hard.

Then there's his breathing. I used to assume he was laughing at me, but now I always make sure to ask.

"Honey, are you laughing at me, or just breathing?" I ask.

"Just breathing," he sighs.

The best way to describe his breathing is imagine Darth Vader's breathing, with an ever so tiny hint of laughter, infused into the breath.

It doesn't even scare me anymore, unless, of course, all the lights are out, and the room is very, very dark.



But the other night he caught me off guard.

"What did you say?" I ask, unable to make out the airy word on my own.

"Um, I didn't say anything," answers Stefan.

"I heard you say something, what was it?" I ask, wondering what on Earth he could have muttered under his breath, that was so bad, he couldn't repeat it.

"No, really, I didn't say anything," says Stefan. "I farted."

"Are you sure, because it sounded like a word, to me?" I ask hesitantly.

Then, I started to wonder do butts have their own secret language, like bees? And what does that say about me, if I actually understand this Fartlish??? Because if butts can talk, I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what they're saying.

Turn it off! Turn it off!

Rock Kiss

Kissing is so fun, even boring, old rocks like doing it. I hope I'm not the only one who can see the Hot Rock's (on the left) hair, eyes, nose and lips.

For those viewers who cannot see the anatomical features of Hot Rock, on the left, quick run to the store and buy an imagination. On second thought, lay in a field of grass and make shapes with the clouds.

This activity drastically improves the imagination and also wastes large quantities of time.

Hole In My Head Dixie Chicks

This picture of a rock, reminds me of a skull, which reminds of a Dixie Chicks song, "Hole In My Head," about a bad relationship, I'm so grateful, I'm not in, anymore. Phew!

We've all been there at some point or another, and my best advice, is run while you can, as soon as you see the first sign. But, bad relationships aren't all bad because they do make me appreciate the good ones.

We live in a world of opposites, and our studies here on planet Earth seem to require getting to know both sides of the story.

We can't know joy, unless we know sadness.

We can't know love, unless we know heartache.

We can't know night, unless we know day.

Get the point? Good, now listen to the song, if you choose, it's a kicker.