The Pier

Yep, still bloggin about Cali. And look, Halloween's not happy about it. Not happy at all. But I'm all  "GET OVER IT HALLOWEEN, I HAVE PALM TREES AND STARFISH TO TALK ABOUT."

Because plam trees and starfish take precedence over anything. Unless it's Ryan Gosseling and then WINNER. ALWAYS. (just kidding that was dumb) Also, there are no starfish in this post.

Anyway, without fail everytime we are in Newport/Oceanside we go to Ruby's. It's just a must. I've been going there with my dad since I was a little girl, and now it's just tradition.









It smells like salt, fish, and memories. 




Walking down the pier to Ruby's is half the fun. The people watching, the dolphin watching, the fishermen, the fisherman's catch (from fish to squid to sharks etc.), and usually some form of live music. It makes me all sorts of happy.


Do you think we spotted Nash's name...? I'll give you 1 guess.


This blue wall. I wanted it to happen, and Nash wanted it to....not.



Nash would like to inform you that having your picture taken is the most horrible thing in all the land of Horribleness.



My little Vienna Sausages out for the world to ponder.


 Oh and hey look! Austin came that day!



I imagine the thoughts in Nash's head go as follows: Top Left - I don't want my picture taken! Top Right - Stop! It's killing me! Bottom Left - Ohmygosh, it's not stopping. Bottom Right - This is it. This is my life.



Then the sun went down, the jackets came out, and the hand holding began. Nash LOVES to hold hands right now. Which is like....ugh, the best.


Don't be embarrassed or anything, but you were WAY off. We totally found it.



Yessir that's my sons name.



And then this picture happened.

Next up, beach day #2. I know, it's like are 2 beach day posts really necessary?? I mean, couldn't I have combined them???? The answer is no.

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So one of my resolutions this year is to keep an updated blog. HA! I know! I gave myself a real questioning look as well, but I stared myself back - right in the eye and said "what son?" in my best intimidating voice and myself was all "woah - she means it". So cheer me on will ya? I have no less than 589 posts to get up before I'm all caught up to date so it might get real whirlwindy around here. At least I'm hoping so.