The beach, the birds and the burnt buns

After a crazy trip down to Florida for spring break last week, I'm still recovering from too much cervesa and not enough sunscreen. Who would've thought that beer would break down the 50 spf lotion I sprayed all over? We took Vyolette et al to Busch Gardens for her second birthday where she attempted to hug a crane during a show. They now have her picture at the gate and we've been cautioned about bringing her again - they have rules about these things apparently.

Bryan's 40th birthday was the next day; he chickened out of parasailing so we took a lovely cruise around the harbor and watched out for the pirate ship we had been on last year with the girls.

Returning home on Thursday so I could be at work Friday night, my college friend, Christy, and her family popped in for Easter. More margaritas and I seem to remember wine...

Happy Belated Easter!


And we're back to work...

You know me, I don't do anything halfway. I decided that if one job was good, two would be awesome and three would absolutely rock outloud. So, in addition to blogging at Hippie Sounds, I work PT at our local library working at the children's reference desk and babysitting teens at their after-hours teen center plus FT as a new Field Director for Girl Scouts.

I need a nap.

The girls are having a great time eating leftover pizza (I have night meetings so don't cook anymore for the two hours I'm home) and recovering from the flu.