My poor Baby!
June 17, 2007
It's hard going back to San Diego after only 2 days at
Disneyland. But at least I would be going back. I couldn't afford 2 nights in Anaheim since I splurged and stayed at the Grand Californian as a birthday present to myself. I left earlier enough to get back to the beach house at a decent hour and spend the evening with the family. My uncle made us all dinner (BBQ!) and we talked about what we would be doing the next day. We decided that the girls -- meaning myself, my aunt, my sister and my cousin would go to the San Diego Zoo on Sunday
And we would take my car since it was more logical than the big blue bus.
My aunt hadn't ever ridden in a car with me before, but my mother had told her plenty of stories. I don't know if I still do this, but I tend to talk to myself when I drive. Mostly, it's just mumbling about directions.

I don't know, but my aunt got a kick out of it.
Here is a photo of the cousins outside the zoo:
Here's the main thing that stands out in my mind about that day: It was
hot!! It was so hot and sunny that I ended up with a heat rash before we finally left. I was pretty miserable, but couldn't really do much at that point. I love the San Diego Zoo. You can easily spend the whole day there which you are hard pressed to do at any Zoo in Northern California, although I do love the San Francisco Zoo with all my heart.
Of course I took tons of photos of the awesome animals. Someday, when I upload the photos to an image host I may share the album link, but I feel like I would be cheating to post some of them

My TR deserves lots and lots of Disneyland photos! And I will get back to those eventually.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening relaxing with a book in the shade. I probably should have been indoors because of the heat rash but it was vacation! I did go to sleep early since I was planning on driving back to Anaheim early the next morning to get my 3rd day at Disneyland!! Too bad I couldn't get a restful night of sleep. I had parked my car out in the front of the beach house where the big blue bus normally was parked but everyone had gone out for a little while. While I was sleeping my sister was moving my car to the parking space in the back and well .. she banged up my baby!
So my first car got her first scratch at the hands of my sister. Going from this ...
... to this ...
I had no idea she was moving my car at all. I just remember being woken up because somebody was in hysterics. She was freaking out because she thought I was going to go on a murderous rampage or something. According to my mom I came out, gave her a hug, and then went back to sleep.
All I know is it's almost 3 years later, my car is paid off, and other than painting over it so it didn't rust through my poor car is still not fixed. I hate looking at the passenger side now (especially after my own tiny little bender last year). She said she would pay to get it fixed, but that's never going to happen. I have come to accept that fact.
When you're going back to Disneyland in the morning, nothing can phase you apparently.