vacation

i love vacation. i love the beach. i feel guilty about the money to get there. when the second week hits, we are with our friends and that is a complete blast, BUT i do have to laugh at the place we stay. can you say money, money and more money? the only way we can barely afford it is because there are two families. i am completely thankful that we've found a great house that we all have space in (there are 9 children) but it does feel a bit decadent. we went into seaside yesterday (it's in the panhandle, near destin). i've been there a couple of times before, but yesterday had a chance to sit and watch people (that was because i had a SLAMMIN' marguerita at a taco bar and couldn't really walk around and do the shopping thing:)). anyway, i felt that if i saw anymore bermuda plaid shorts and collared polo shirts that i would vomit up that lovely drink. the funny thing is that there was a big harley bike fest going on and the mix was very entertaining. i'm glad i wasn't born into wealth. i mean paying the bills would be nice. being out of debt would be nice, but that uppercrust thing....that old money thing...that wealth that overlooks the underdog....i couldn't be a part of that and stay sane.

we drove 13 hours to get home today. i am trashed. and tommorrow i get to stand in line at my co-op to register. woohoo! i sometimes feel like our registration is a big drama. i really wish they could figure out an online solution. anyway....i'm happy to be in my own bed.