It’s all about the kids…. not my usual motto, but… Spring Break is the exception. Day to day life is a lot of melding my life, Hopscotch, Jeff, my friends, my family, poker, estate sales, oh… and the kids! But Spring Break is different - It’s all about the kids!

aren’t they sweet???!
I know, not so much. They’ve reached that stage where there totally into hippies and “hobos” (seriously, I don’t know where the hobo thing came from but they LOVE them). So, our beautiful baby girls have turned into little grunge monsters. Torn jeans with tattered hems and t-shirts with peace signs and tattoo art. Part of me loves it… and part of me chases them around with scissors trimming the bottom of their jeans so they don’t trip and kill themselves!
Anyway, Spring Break saw us loading the car with Jenn and I and the four kids and more tote bags and grocery sacks full of clothes, games, food, books, …. it’s like we’re the Clampets! So, off we go to the condo in Ramona. Winding up Wild Cat Canyon Rd past the casinos singing along to Elvis and Chubby Checkers… trying not to get car sick!
Four fun filled days of swimming, Julian apple pie, air hockey, tennis, movies, no husbands, wine, margaritas, a hail storm, mexican food for lunch (of course), strawberry shortcake, big daddy… The perfect vacation!




Back at home it’s all paydates and fun…. until school starts and peace reigns again!
