My camera was dead and I couldn’t find it and didn’t want to be dragging around my digital SLR with two kids 5 and under in tow.  SO - photo’s will have to wait until Dave posts his and I can steal copies from him. 

This weekend we packed up the truck, woke Zari and Jett up at 5am and hit the road to the beautiful Okanagan.  After stopping for a couple Rockstars, the kids being passed out, and three ipods to play “shuffle songs” mode with - we were ready to go.  The purpose of the trip initially was because Dave was playing in Kelowna with Default.  I had never been to one of their shows and honestly was pretty nervous.  I was scared if my feelings/thoughts or anything would change of Dave seeing girls throwing themselves at him or anything like that.  I was very happy that at the show I got to see my dear high school friend Jenn.  The show was amazing.  Dallas sounds just like how he does on their CD’s, which can be a bit rare in the music industry.  In my excitement I forgot to drink water along with my free beers so falling asleep was a bit of a blur, actually everything past walking up the hotel steps into the lobby was a blur. 

The next morning I got to work half a day (should mention the reason we left so early the day before was so that I could get a full days work in from the hotel while Dave took the kids to the lake and around Kelowna).  Dave woke up soon after and got ready to head over to Penticton to pick up the kids from their grandparents place (which is placed high up on a hill with the most killer view, with 10 acres of your own property you know no one will be able to block your view).  By 2pm after our last stop at the Woodfire Bakery for lunch we headed over to Vernon to spend the rest of the weekend with the Worth family and crew.   

Friday and Saturday were filled with a lot of fun.  The kids had other kids to play with so it was nice to have that little bit of a break.  Saturday we all went to the waterslides, that was a TON of fun.  Then on Sunday we packed up and headed to Penticton to go on a ride down the channel.  I was piggy-backing Zari and clumsily tripped on my own foot and planted right down onto my knees.  It wasn’t so bad when the wounds were fresh, and the cool channel water felt good on my skinned knees, but man, this morning I can’t even bend them in fear of cracking open the scabs, it hurts.  Especially as I am half sitting up in my bed right now typing this with my cat right beside me and his tail resting on one of my scabby knees… 

After a beautiful car ride home through the Hope-Princeton, with a couple more Rockstars, and more complaints of, “How much longer!” than the ride up we made it home to Mission and wouldn’t you know it as we’re nearing the house I say, “How about we turn around and go on the trip again.”  And Dave says, “Ya Zari, should I turn around and go back?”  Zari answers, “Ya!  Let’s go back to Vernon!” and Jett pipes up, “I want to got back to Vernon!”.  It wasn’t long however after they climbed into bed that their little eyes closed and began dreaming dreams. The weekend was beautiful.  Can’t wait for more to come.