Oh yeah, I'm not 17...

Spring Break 2011 was an adventure starting at the beach & ending in the mountains. There was 5 of us loaded in our swagger wagon with a heap of [nicely organized] stuff. My husband John, our 3yr old daughter Amelia & my 2 nephews Randy (17) & Scott (15). Whenever we can, we always include my two younger nephews (the eldest, Daniel is 19 & busy with the "gray area" of life) because they are fun, helpful and more like brothers since I'm actually closer in age to them than my own sister. Our first stop was Atlantic Beach. Resort was nice but needed some TLC. I love having a kitchen or kitchenette to prepare snacks (I'm southern so I know love grows in the belly) but there was nothing which left me feeling a little lost. What could I whip up with an igloo cooler & an in-room college beer fridge? We hit the resort beach lunch shack and waited 25 minutes for acknowledgment. Hello! It should be mandatory to skip the retired couple & group of young kids for the table with a toddler! By the time our poor at best basketed food arrived Amelia had run out to the ocean twice, got soaked by the waves, dumped our ice waters down the deck cracks, poured salt all over the table, stole the sugar packet bowl and ran with it...the list goes on. An anxiety pill & stiff drink was needed but not available. I had to settle for questionable looking water they was tainted by toddler hands. This meal time visual picture is pretty much how every meal played out including the crappy service which was unreal. We kept waiting for the hidden cameras. Typical family beach fun & the boys had there long boards (ultra cool skate boards) for entertainment and an instant chick magnetic draw. There was so much teen eye candy on the beach I don't know how the boy's eyes didn't just explode from overload. Thank goodness they were all like 14 or I would've sat on the beach & cried. I already appeared to be a beached whale next to the pile of teen bones splayed out on towels. Within hours of our arrival the boys had been chased down by a friend who spotted them long boarding. Soon 2 teen boys grew to 6 teen boys and I discovered our room was feeling a little frat house like. I was getting annoyed at the strangely colored substances in the Gatorade bottles and questionable aromas and proceeded to vacate our territory while still maintaining my cool persona. Result was all of them hangin on the beach with us playing great with Amelia, skim boarding and checking out chicks. I put my two cents in whenever possible. That girl??? No way guys....see how she blah blah. No one wants to deal with that & she probably doesn't even know how to make a bowl of cereal (always comes back to cooking for me).
To be continued...
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