Mountain Girl Silver - Hand-Stamped Customized Silver Jewelry - Portland, Oregon

What an EASTER break!!!  I’d like to get my hands around the throat of the person who ultimately decides “when” spring break is….  The rest of the country gets to have their spring breaks around the Easter holiday… but NOOOOOOOO  not Oregon… or not my kids’ school district(s) anyways.  So yes,,, we had Spring break a couple of weeks ago, where it rained the whole time, our beach trip was cut short due to some violent vomiting plague, and well…. it just wasn’t a “break” at all…   So every year, I yank my kids out of school around Easter and fly us down to California to my family’s property and we celebrate Easter in all it’s sunny, beautiful, green glory.  We left last Thursday the 9th, and had only planned on staying until the 13th (monday), but on Sunday, during all the festivities, (and mind you,, I’m NOTORIOUS for pulling this crap),, but I opted to call Alaska Airlines and extend our “spring break” by a couple of days. Why leave when you’re having a good time?? Right??  The sun was shining (it wasn’t here), the birds were chirping (they aren’t here), cousins and happy smiling faces all around… I mean seriously.. why leave??  All the while, having to force Anders to do some math homework, serious reading, his weekly homework,, had to shove that down him… having to pay for taking the time away.  Like I said….   THROTTLE THE NECK!!  Maybe one day they’ll catch on….. when their funds drastically reduce during the week before and after when REAL SPRING BREAK SHOULD BE!!!!!!!  ehem….

But man,, what a great time it was. Picture this….   My kids, who never really get to see their cousins but maybe once or twice a year, just running wild in the green fields, dodging horses, listening to the peacocks, running from the geese, picking up the turtles in the pond, swinging from rope swings hanging from beautiful creeping oaks, skinning their knees on granite rocks, laughing, loving, LIVING……    What they both learned these past 6 days on what I constitute as a “real break” far surpasses what they could’ve learned in the classroom.

I got a great day skiing in with Neen up on Sierra Summit on Monday morning. It had been a long long long time… like a decade since my butt had been on those lifts.  So much has changed. Definitely a day to bank in the memory vault. Good times… good good times…

I mean, just laying on the couch with my mom, after putting the kids to bed at night, and she scratching my head like she used to….  I was in such a happy place.  Going home is hands down, finding my happy place.  A really good friend of mine, today, pointed out, that while I dread coming home to the grind and the grill, I must hang onto the happy chunk of time I just had, and let it drive me thru the next few weeks as we approach the busy Mother’s Day rush. Seriously, there were orders I had left undone from the 9th, just laying on my workbench. Sometimes we just gotta “let it go”…..   the work will be there when you get back. Sometimes you just have to say “screw it”…  I’m now a firm believer in that. When I first started this business, I ate, drank, and slept it. Everytime I’d go home to my family in California, I’d spend the day packing up all my stamps, all my silver, all my tools, etc…. fighting with security when they saw my hammer floatin’ thru the x-ray machine… it was a total hassle.  Not to say that I’m not as dedicated as I once was, but I’ve matured in a business sense, and learned that you have to let it all go from time to time. People understand…..    It’s cool to just quit for a few days.  ;c)   

But now we are back. Hubby held down the fort while we were gone. All my fishies are alive and thriving, the animals are all still standing, my house was SPOTLESS when I walked thru the door, the fridge was totally full with the necessities…..   He even folded the MOUND of laundry on the dreaded damn spare bed in the basement……     

Everyone is saying that we’re supposed to hit the low 80’s by Sunday.  I told a customer this morning that I’d only believe it when I was slipping my flip flops on my feet. My hopes are high, because coming from sunny Cali, I’m sitting here chilled to the bone……     It’s good to be home, yes, of course it is……    I just wish that my home wasn’t so far away from my home sweet home……   know what I mean???   Maybe someday………

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