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Vacation in Mexico

This past weekend, I had off Monday for Martin Luther King Day. So, on our long weekend off work, we took a vacation to Baja Mexico. We packed up our new car with tons of stuff, our dog in the backseat and our surfboard on the roof, and drove the 2+ hours to a place in between Rosarito and Ensenada on the Pacific coast of Baja Mexico.
Jason unpacking carTeddie comes with us!
The hotel was called La Fonda. Our room was beautiful- with an ocean view, and Teddie loved to sleep out on the porch since it was so warm at night.
Hotelhotel office and restauranthotel lobby areaview from deck
We also had an awesome fireplace in the room- Jason went out and cut down wood with his machete (or so I thought- but really he just got free wood off a woodpile outside)
Jason cutting woodJason makes fireFIRE
It was so fun to bring our dog with us- He LOVED the beach, but not-so-much the water. He sniffed the whole beach but was scared of the ocean waves. He did try to come in the water once or twice but soon found out he couldn’t swim and ran back to shore. There was almost no one on the whole beach except for us.
Teddie in hotel roomTeddie sniffing alwaysTeddie asleep on bed20090119_141209.JPG
We also got to watch two gorgeous sunsets over the ocean on both nights we were there, enjoying it from our hotel veranda.
Sunset Saturday20090117_170532.JPGSunset Sunday
Every day we were there, Jason went surfing. The water was FREEZING! Jason wore a full wetsuit, and I ended up wearing his short wetsuit to go in the water and body-board.
Amanda in wetsuit
Everything was so much fun, except for the fact that my credit card info got stolen and someone used my card to buy $114 worth of shoes at a department store (Note to self- never use a credit card in Mexico!). And also except for the 2 1/2 hour wait in line at the border to re-enter the USA and all the peddlers knocking on our windows trying to sell things like Steelers blankets (since they had just won the big game!) Here’s a picture of the border:
Mexico border
But overall, it was a wonderful vacation. We ate authentic Mexican food overlooking the ocean, ran on the beach with Teddie, and just enjoyed our time together.


I Had An Amazing Nightmare

I had an amazing nightmare last night. It only lasted a few seconds. I was standing in the driveway of a house I had never seen before. Suddenly the screen door swung open. I saw a black shadow dart out the door towards me, and the door slammed shut behind it. I couldn’t really see what was approaching because there was a truck between the door and me, blocking my view. From the glimpses I caught I thought it looked like a large black lab. Suddenly it leaped into the air, over the truck and towards my face. I realized how similar to a dog it was, but also how wrong I had been. Its hair was long and matted, hanging in ragged chunks from its flanks and below its belly. There was an impossible number of teeth in its mouth, and they were all much more long and needle-like than on normal canines. I think I caught a glimpse of a hairless, shriveled snout and dull red eyes before its mouth clamped onto the left side of my neck. Suddenly I was physically awake, but still mentally involved in the dream. I realized that I wasn’t moving, that I couldn’t move, and this beast was mauling me. I tried to defend myself, but it took all of my concentration just to roll my head to the left, covering the exposed area of my neck. By no longer exposing the area the creature was attacking, I was able to wrench myself out of the dream. I was exhausted.

So… Am I A Victim Of Identity Theft?

So I was Googling my name yesterday (a common past time among nerds such as myself), when I came across this. Did you look at it? I almost passed it up at first. But look closer. Apparently there’s another Jason MacAllister who lives in Nova Scotia. But his profile picture is of me; I uploaded it to this very site about a year ago. I can only assume that he Googled his (our) name once upon a time, found that picture, and thought it was compelling enough to upload as his own profile pic.

Pretty crazy, huh? I’m going to attempt to make contact. Let’s hope he’s friendly…

Congratulations Chris and Allison!

Last weekend, September 27th-30th, Amanda and I went back to Pennsylvania (Harrisburg) for the wedding of our good pal Chris Owens and his beautiful bride Allison Hill. I was one of the groomsmen, and Greg Stakor was the best man. The morning of the wedding, the ladies got their hair done. All morning. Us men used the time to eat cinnamon rolls, watch some Borat, and finally spent a full twenty minutes getting dressed.


On the way to the church, however, we realized our fuel level was dangerously low:


And we began to worry about our ability to deliver the groom on time:


But we arrived on time (albeit with an empty tank). The ceremony went off without a hitch, and it really was beautiful. I cried most of the time, because I’m like that. Chris and Allison left the church to a shower of bubbles, and were promptly locked out when they tried to reenter through a side door.


Chris and Allison had invited my family and Amanda’s family to the wedding, so it was great to be able to see them again.


After the ceremony the bridal party rode in a stretch SUV to a garden to take pictures. The limo was sweet, complete with an intimidating-looking sunglass-donning driver. Greg and I ended up in the back seat however, which was several feet higher than the rest of the interior. We had to slouch down and spread eagle to fit our long-legged selves.

At the reception, Chris carried his new bride into the hall when they were announced. This was followed by Greg’s toast, then a family-style dinner. Awesome idea!


Then came the most important part of the day: the dancing.


Don’t forget who got dancing started in the first place: the infamous Table 9.


Amanda and I spent Sunday morning with our families, then started our long trek back to California at 2. We had two layovers scheduled in Atlanta and Salt Lake City. The flight from Atlanta was delayed about an hour, because the plane had just come from Rome and needed a lot of cleaning or what-not. So we deplaned in Salt Lake City three minutes after our next flight was scheduled to take off. They told us they were holding the connecting planes, but when we got to the next terminal, they said, ‘Oh, not this plane. It left fifteen minutes ago.’ So we had to stay at a Hilton overnight in Salt Lake City. We got the next flight to Orange County, at 8:30 Monday morning. We sure enjoyed having to get up early for another flight after traveling all day Sunday!


And for everyone who asked over the weekend whether I had grown more: Yes I have. I’m now 6’5″. Let’s hope that’s the end of any more growing nonsense.

Further Vacation Thoughts

I just wanted to elaborate a bit on Amanda’s story-book summary of our vacation. For one, it was awesome to be able to practice our Spanish so much. There’s probably just as much opportunity to speak it here in SoCal, but I get the feeling people would get offended if you started speaking broken Spanish around here. Like you’re mocking them or something. Maybe I’m just paranoid.

Also, the first time we went to the resort’s humongous pool, we were greeted by a giant inflatable swan. For some reason, every time we saw it, it would be looking in my direction. It was rather haunting, actually. But it did allow plenty of opportunities for the use of the phrase “Stop looking at me, swan.” By the following day, the swan had been dismembered. All that was left was a head and neck piece, and what we believed to be the center ring, floating traumatically about the pool.

Finally, I think you should go back and look at those pictures she posted again. Because if you’re reading this, it means you’re not still in awe over the shear awesomeness of us getting to hold a lion cub.

Aww How cute is that Lion??