Monday, March 26, 2012

Weekend Getaway

This weekend was amazing. After work Friday evening Rich and I went to dinner at one of my favorite bar and grills in town, then headed down to Santa Cruz. We arrived just as they were cutting in to a cheesecake for my cousin's birthday. I am blessed to have a family friend, who in reality IS a part of the family, who owns a beautiful home in Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz happens to be one of my favorite places in the world. The lady of the house is a retired dietitian and masseuse, who is fighting to have GMO's labeled in the stores. Her hubby is a retired heart surgeon who works with doctors without borders. Their home is a stunning six bedroom, four and a half bath, 4700 square foot monster built in to the side of the Santa Cruz mountains. We hugged, laughed, ate great food, visited with some of my favorite animal friends, played air hockey and Tetris at the Boardwalk (both of which I won thanks), went out to eat at a beautiful restaurant, and pretty much did everything you would want to do to have an awesome weekend. Here are some pictures.



This is Spencer. He is the old fella of the house.





This is my favorite doggy, Daisy. She's half pit bull, half dalmation. See how she's posing? That's no accident.




This is Chief. He is the youngest, but most certainly the alpha dog.





This is Princess. AKA cat that looks like Hitler. AKA Kitler.





This is crooked kitty. As with all of the others, she is a rescue animal. But she's special 'cause she was saved from being put down. She was lost from her mommy at such a young age that she didn't get enough milk and her bones formed wrong. She walks crooked and if you pet her, you can feel a very crooked spine.






This is the view from the deck. The weather didn't allow for as great a view as you usually get, which goes clear to the ocean.






I put this in my cousin's bed so when she and her boyfriend came back from his football game, they would freak out. My cousin totally fell for it and actually scolded crooked kitty while saying, "It's so shiny! It almost looks fake." When she realized it WAS fake she apologized to crooked kitty and we all got a good laugh out of it.





This is the bathtub that I want in my house. But it kind of wouldn't be the same, as my view would be nowhere near this awesome.






Another view from the deck. This is why once I get here, I never want to leave.



This is the restaurant we went to Saturday night for dinner. That's a little cable car that takes you down to the restaurant.




I screen captured this, as it was the exit we had to take getting back to the house, from the restaurant. It made me giggle.






 Here is the place I stopped on the way home Sunday, because they have the best falafel in the world.





I spied a two foot tall peppermill on the counter of the house and said, "I need that!" Earline said they had seven peppermills or so, and I could have it. I can not WAIT until the first person at my house asks for pepper, and I bust this thing out. It is RIDICULOUS.



All in all it was a lovely weekend filled with relaxing, laughter, good friends, and great food. I feel extremely spoiled to get to do things like this. Next weekend, it's my folks' house up in Twain Harte with my best friend. I feel like a lady of leisure!

14 comments:

  1. I love the pitt dolmation too! Adorable pooch :) And that is too funny with you did with the fake cat poo on the bed. hahahaha

    Glad that you enjoyed your weekend! Sounds like a lot of fun :)

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  2. She is a great dog.

    Earline had put the poo on Lee's chair and he thought it was chocolate. So I needed to put it in my cousin's bed. It was pretty funny the story her fiance told about how she acted when she discovered it.

    It was a lot of fun. I didn't want to come home, but I had laundry to do. Boo!

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  3. Sounds like a wonderful time. And I love the little cable car, how cute! Now pass the pepper, please. :)

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  4. The next time you come over you are so getting pepper...from a mile away. I can stand in the guest room, and put pepper on your dish, on the dining room table.

    You and Scott need to check out that restaurant. It is a great date restaurant.

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  6. A pitt dalmatian hybrid? I definitely don't want to see how that was made.
    Do you carry around a fake turd everywhere you go or is it for special occasions?
    Looks like you had an awesome weekend.

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  7. @Tricia,
    The place is my idea of paradise. Well, as close to paradise as you can get with dog hair everywhere. :)

    @Pickleope,
    Dalmations and Pitts are close in size. What freaks me out is when I see a Dachsund, large dog mix or something. I'm like, "How????"

    I do not carry plastic poop with me at all times, but it is totally something I WOULD do. I got this one when Earline's hubby came out with it and said, "This would've worked better if the cat hadn't knocked it upside down, and made me think it was yummy chocolate." Haha.

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  8. I've told my husband the only way we'd ever get another dog is if it is a Great Dane/Chihuahua mix.

    Looks like you had a blast! I love going to other people's houses - the entire time I visit I make mental notes about what I love and how it would fit into my dream home.

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  9. I just pictured a great dane and a chihuahua. *shiver*

    This house is more like, "Oh the cleaning and de-cluttering I'd do if it were my home!" I'm sick I tell ya.

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  10. cute dog!

    http://forallthatjas.blogspot.com/

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  11. They're all cuties, but Daisy is my favorite. Just don't tell Spencer and Chief that.

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  12. DAISY. Oh my god.

    The view looks gorgeous, and thatbathtub...

    Looks like an incredible weekend, Melanie!

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  13. You'll have to come down there with me some time. You would love it. It's that lady you met at my house that one time. The amazing one who is full of energy.

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