30th Birthday Weekend

Well this October was my 30th birthday. My twin really wanted me to be there of course but we had a crazy year so it almost didn't happen. My dad decided to buy us tickets though and flew us out for the weekend and my sister and Jeff threw an 80's party.

Adriana loves to fly. She was really excited from the minute we go to the airport. When we finally took off she was laughing up a storm. Aren't kids suppose to be scared? Then when we hit turbulence everyone got the scared look on their faces except for Adri. She thought it was hilarious. During our layovers she kept pointing at all the airplanes. This started her new obsession, which has not gone away, with airplanes. To this day she points at the sky and yells airplane when she hears or sees one. She has since learned to say "airplane, it moves" and she knows that the stars don't move. She also knows Jupiter and Venus but her favorites are still airplanes and helicopters. Even from inside the house she gets excited when she hears an airplane and yells "whoa airplane" and wants to go outside to see it. And it all started with this trip.

I was pretty busy catching up with everyone at our party so I only took one picture on my camera of my sister and a friend from high school. The party was fun and one of my coworkers at the time showed up. He was working at March Air Reserve, one of Cassandra's friends, and just happened to be with Lockheed on the same contract I was on at Homestead. I also got to see one of the only friends I still hang out with from my high school days and some family.

Here is my sister and her friend Regina. I was friends with Regina back in high school.

The day after the party we had my nephew Jeremy's baptism. My sister Cassandra wrote a blog on that. Afterwards we had family time at my sister's house.

On Monday we had a nice family day. We were having a hard time deciding what to do but we finally all agreed on San Diego. I absolutely love San Diego. If I ever had to go back to the commie state of Kalifornia San Diego would be my city of choice. I lived there for 3 years before moving here and I often miss the food, the surf, and the cooler summers. Although I'm not really a fan of the cold in the winter. But anyways that is where we decided to go. And we decided to go to my favorite part of San Diego, La Jolla.

I first found out about La Jolla years ago when surfing. My friend David from Stater Bros and I were going down there to pick up a board he bought online. David was actually the person I started surfing with. We were both at work talking about surfing and decided that we were just going to get boards and start doing it. Well funny thing is David is Mexican and fluent in Spanish but we kept driving back and forth from Oceanside to Tijuana passing up La Jolla. I even read the sign all American and he didn't catch it. We were looking for La Hoya. Haha.. We drove from Oceanside to Tijuana and back probably 3-4 times that day before finally finding La Jolla. When we finally got there the waves were kickin 7 feet due to a storm off baja and I didn't have enough wax on my board. First time on my new board and I slipped and smacked my head pretty good. Anyways, that is my story about how I found La Jolla. Now back to October...

The plan was to go to the tide pools, then to my favorite restaurant in Coronado (Miguel's Cucina) and then head home. We changed our minds when we got to La Jolla so we decided to eat at Jose's for lunch and do the Ruby's on the Oceanside Pier for dinner.

After eating an epically awesome Mexican lunch we went down to the tide pools to play around. We looked for sea anemones and let the kids put their fingers in them and went to look at the seals. Both of my sisters have crazy kids that decided that they were going to swim in the cold water (low 60's). I don't know how they do it. Natalie wouldn't even get in the 77 degree water here last week.

Cassandra being the proud aunt.

Walking up the hill to Jose's

My nephew Ryder with my dad.

I think she was playing peekaboo with my dad.

Adri having an epic fall.

At the tide pools. Had to remove my sandals because it was slippery.

At the tide pools. Behind us is a pier at La Jolla Beach. That is where I first surfed and fell on my board. Further North is the cliffs where there are, no joke, 30,000+ sq foot homes. They look like resorts. One of them actually has a house on the cliff and a private tram that runs 330 feet down the cliff to a fort looking party house on Black's Beach.

At Ruby's in Oceanside. Someone got a hold of the stickers.

It was completely clear when we went into Ruby's to eat. When we came out it was foggy and visibility was horrible. Kinda spooky, I like it.