tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63947818322746493332024-03-05T19:33:28.171-08:00little miss mel<i> an okie living the life of a surfer girl, sorta....</i>little miss melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626445438455846617noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394781832274649333.post-57710495673023104982007-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:002007-07-06T14:33:04.964-07:00On the moveI've made WordPress my new home!<br /><br />Come find me at <a href="http://www.littlemissmel.com">www.littlemissmel.com</a><br /><br />New <a href="http://www.littlemissmel.com/?feed=rss2">RSS Feed</a>.<br /><br />See you on the flip side!<br /><br />e<div class="blogger-post-footer"><link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LittleMissMel" />
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<link rel="service.feed" type="application/atom+xml" title="Atom" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LittleMissMel" /></div>little miss melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626445438455846617noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394781832274649333.post-79552833145780826782007-06-11T14:02:00.000-07:002007-06-11T15:28:11.805-07:00The FuzzAnd now as a follow up to my latest post, I will share with you all of Rt's birth photos and go into detail of my labor. Naaaaah, just kidding. I'm sure I will provide many photos, stories and play-by-plays of my next pregnancy and birth, so until then, I have........................ nothing.<br /><br />What is it about coming home from a vaca? Everything settles, falls back into place nice and neat without any sort of rumble. Do I have anything exciting, educational or memorable to write about? Nope. Nada. Dream on.<br /><br />The only thing I can think of is, hubs and I are going to a concert. <br /><br />On a school night. <br />With other adults. <br />That are cool. <br /><br />I am still amazed I am actually doing something "WOO HOO". At NIGHT, for that matter. I, honestly, haven't been to a concert since Rt was born. I lived in LA for 2 1/2 years and the only concert I went to was The Pixies at the Greek Theatre. It was totally hubs idea. He got the tickets for MY birthday and likes them more than I do. Nice work babe. My major run with the Pixies was during the Pump Up the Volume era, but anything after that, I didn't keep up with. At the concert, I was in my first trimester with Rt, so I couldn't even drink. Sitting there with all the other MAJOR YOUNG ASS peeps, sober as all get out, was truly not that enjoyable, especially when I could have barfed or fallen asleep on any one of them. I was a party waiting to happen, let me tell ya.<br /><br />Point is, it's been a long time, my friend. I am assuming the crowd will be more my age, or older, since we are going to see THE POLICE. I am not a major ass fan, but, hey, any excuse to get out of the house, have someone watch the wee one OVERNIGHT, works for me. Sting is hot anyway, so that seals the deal. period.<br /><br /><br />Here's to being footloose and fancy free, even if it is for only one night.<br /><br /><br />e<div class="blogger-post-footer"><link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LittleMissMel" />
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I am now a professional photographer. Cough, Bullsshhhit. But, well on my way? Just a tad, maybe?<br /><br />Anywho, the first day of our trip included checking in to the <a href="http://www.estancialajolla.com/">Estancia</a> hotel and taking a dip in the heated salt water pool (oh my) followed by the hot tub (oh my my). We were going to go to the wine bar at the hotel before our dinner reservations for a introductory cocktail, but I was too gabby (who me?) with the other guests at the pool, so we had to skip the drink. It was really a shame, since hubs had to give me my anniversary gift, (the ring), in the bathroom as we were walking out the door for dinner. Greaaaaaaaat, I goofed up hubs efforts on the romance. Dinner at <a href="http://www.roysrestaurant.com/">Roy's</a> was just perfect, so the evening was a huge a success none-the-less. Hubs asked me across the table if I was buzzed and I said "yes" with a big grin on my face. Dude, I had one beer and one glass of wine. Total lightweight. Here is another photo documenting my state-of-mind:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf9Cspi6NfWcmhd0yGqwZZBHi9GoKMM4e7aKYyitlcbcp7BLXpExreK9dEU9Sn_G9RWlQbiEj3zM_ADYATTGtSBZH06eO-F7ztcNOiiDtIeAJQlm4rNVYhymZXxi7dFwXPgQw49U2aCZEn/s1600-h/IMG_2351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf9Cspi6NfWcmhd0yGqwZZBHi9GoKMM4e7aKYyitlcbcp7BLXpExreK9dEU9Sn_G9RWlQbiEj3zM_ADYATTGtSBZH06eO-F7ztcNOiiDtIeAJQlm4rNVYhymZXxi7dFwXPgQw49U2aCZEn/s320/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073178813932342834" /></a><br /><br />strike a pose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLz6WeJoh2_t83A316EeLYH4AihC4ISrxMGALwFBR7XdyVNqfFunzGKnCqsGEvKa_vx6QqWqJ3_g_bJdQm5ydA5jy82gx-llY3kw1e2T4qykkfbcDUy8P8rlQ0qy8LXaSdPeTWg4E4djt/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLz6WeJoh2_t83A316EeLYH4AihC4ISrxMGALwFBR7XdyVNqfFunzGKnCqsGEvKa_vx6QqWqJ3_g_bJdQm5ydA5jy82gx-llY3kw1e2T4qykkfbcDUy8P8rlQ0qy8LXaSdPeTWg4E4djt/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073468668390248114" /></a><br /><br />wishful photo shoot?<br /><br />On to Saturday. Saturday consisted of hubs and I dropping in on my GIRLS from back home, <a href="http://www.whoorl.com">whoorl</a> and <a href="http://www.carolinecohenour.com">caroline</a>. It was so great to see the little whoorlito and whoorl's main squeeze, but we three girls really know how to catch up and pick up where we last left off in a short amount of time. You should have heard our topics of convo. (loved every minute of it.) Luckily, hubs is really good at ignoring thing he shouldn't concern himself with. I believe whoorl is providing most of the footage from our shindig, but I'll add a couple to the mix:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_H_aup4nR5itKvldPHEWuB8pygt6rXPEuD2ahwx5VKQYLmmpNv63e6q92Ffp_JeMLHJ1CtARPoF3bDTxTawPzaL-ADp1KVY7b2qAtrqj23G1Q0qQSF-y2AkNi7jz37FuRuxQI2_6fajb/s1600-h/IMG_2365_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_H_aup4nR5itKvldPHEWuB8pygt6rXPEuD2ahwx5VKQYLmmpNv63e6q92Ffp_JeMLHJ1CtARPoF3bDTxTawPzaL-ADp1KVY7b2qAtrqj23G1Q0qQSF-y2AkNi7jz37FuRuxQI2_6fajb/s320/IMG_2365_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073466147244445330" /></a><br /><br />3 Chicks, unite!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DNNkjT6SwBgkhRnqGvQd8ElWHgmR3ZXn4ZGYObHeFq3O6lrG9e1G26ADqy2MqsJorYvBGh74g8Eq6cMCCSTVeCqYz8uW9Te-d11DNGxEgaZk_iO7fHN9w6GLv_X2k2kI3dw77Hra2bsF/s1600-h/_DSC0014-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DNNkjT6SwBgkhRnqGvQd8ElWHgmR3ZXn4ZGYObHeFq3O6lrG9e1G26ADqy2MqsJorYvBGh74g8Eq6cMCCSTVeCqYz8uW9Te-d11DNGxEgaZk_iO7fHN9w6GLv_X2k2kI3dw77Hra2bsF/s320/_DSC0014-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073469793671679682" /></a><br /><br />Made in Oklahoma. Awee Yeah.<br /><br />(Back in San Diego) The rest of the day and night was filled with another dip in the pool and a short drive down into La Jolla Shores for a casual night's snack. It was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. Something about the weather, the mood, and of course, the hot piece sitting across the table. To top the NY style pizza and caesar, we split the pear/strawberry crisp. (Dude, give me anything with crust, and <br />I am so set.)<br /><br />Sunday started off with breakfast down in La Jolla at <a href="http://www.cottagelajolla.com/">The Cottage</a>. I had "the world's best" granola, which I personally do not recommend, (it had roasted pecans that I just couldn't get passed) but it wasn't that awful either. I just should have ordered my staple, eggs and bacon, and called it a day. I even got a piece of coffee cake to offset the wholesomeness of the granola. It was the size of my entire hand spread way out. We lugged it back with us and ate the rest of it over the course of a few days. That afternoon, we met one of hubs co-workers at the Coronado Bay <a href="http://www.seaforthboatrental.com/">docks</a> and spent the afternoon sailing the bay with gorgeous views of downtown San Diego. Can we say relaxed?:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI2OIuNEGfLdVNCE2r21RFIp3InRF3dmZoNk2Sh8pa3-s4LP3mGx0wnt02js2DU_O4FvahNC23AqVEq670aCjbv9CpOO-ues6f41Svvz9qS8rvy5Bl4ivhHsbMgYogjIL6W0TeXPP4vXc/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI2OIuNEGfLdVNCE2r21RFIp3InRF3dmZoNk2Sh8pa3-s4LP3mGx0wnt02js2DU_O4FvahNC23AqVEq670aCjbv9CpOO-ues6f41Svvz9qS8rvy5Bl4ivhHsbMgYogjIL6W0TeXPP4vXc/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073456328949206610" /></a><br /><br />Chillin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfF_vfM2Hv5N1uKBAQCZoUAQ2dm7Un0HVLRqn09WC_xhiUryB9naxS8mctdk4viM26c1d4734O1x4UsdgNSo36GRmUcClX9yOTxku0J1e6FUo7J4qfbaMyBLRwd-2s3m1_vmh6I-0e5Zu/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfF_vfM2Hv5N1uKBAQCZoUAQ2dm7Un0HVLRqn09WC_xhiUryB9naxS8mctdk4viM26c1d4734O1x4UsdgNSo36GRmUcClX9yOTxku0J1e6FUo7J4qfbaMyBLRwd-2s3m1_vmh6I-0e5Zu/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073457445640703586" /></a><br /><br />Sailing in Bay. Something is up with my hat, but whatever....<br /><br />Later on in the day was spent at the hotel, I believe, in the pool <span style="font-style:italic;">again</span> and at the local <a href="http://www.estancialajolla.com/restaurants/mustang-burros-restaurant.php">outdoor cafe</a> on the property. What was going to be ONE cocktail and chips/salsa turned into a couple more drinks, shrimp quesadillas and halibut tacos followed by a group Salsa lesson. Who would've thunk it or planned something like that? Way cool. Since we didn't know what we were in for that night, the camera was not present......<br /><br />Monday was our last day in paradise. We took a lovely morning walk on the beach and then headed back to Coronado where hubs left his sweatshirt on the sailboat the day before. We decided to tool around the area and made our way through the <a href="http://www.hoteldel.com/">Hotel Del</a> and ate lunch at a local 50's diner. It wasn't that sunny, but that was no bother. We get sun everyday back home, (so done with the sun), so fog and clouds are joyous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tmwmCYYmjsLXdDr3RoBo29JsleoYGbGMDwNskh3KENf9sRYEoJ0Sw0_2KWQlL_JViaOWsMD1QP1ir3IVfa-tnhEu4d9C0J5Y0_AXoB-oo-rxS-GmMON3yjANEy4EWkwNxWU_QcxpdR8f/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tmwmCYYmjsLXdDr3RoBo29JsleoYGbGMDwNskh3KENf9sRYEoJ0Sw0_2KWQlL_JViaOWsMD1QP1ir3IVfa-tnhEu4d9C0J5Y0_AXoB-oo-rxS-GmMON3yjANEy4EWkwNxWU_QcxpdR8f/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073462294658780786" /></a><br /><br />wayyyy close up on beach near Scripps<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKwt-lf052WMY3U3kO0NLKHUgVdeX4NK_XcedDw2x_8mq8lEJoiYXKmmJExjJHLtMJ6wvknZCeD9Cjl5_6jL9EEKb0b53uJBG-iY_4WEtQtDZmUus1_iM7dnw2OD8qt5GqexskwoME0vT/s1600-h/IMG_2416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKwt-lf052WMY3U3kO0NLKHUgVdeX4NK_XcedDw2x_8mq8lEJoiYXKmmJExjJHLtMJ6wvknZCeD9Cjl5_6jL9EEKb0b53uJBG-iY_4WEtQtDZmUus1_iM7dnw2OD8qt5GqexskwoME0vT/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073467397079928482" /></a><br /><br />Hotel Del Coronado<br /><br />And that pretty much wraps up the much needed little getaway with the hubs. It truly is amazing how once the little one is out of view for just a few days, the moments and the magic with hubs is so on, (thank God, I was beginning to worry. Well, not worry so much as missed those moments. I guess kids can really kill the mood, huh?) <br /><br />Thank you hubs for making this all happen. When's the next vaca?<br /><br />e<div class="blogger-post-footer"><link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LittleMissMel" />
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