Hey Internet? Do you remember?

The Son often starts a sentence with, “Mama? Remember how that boy called Herbie Ocho and then he fell off of the boat and then had bananas?”  Or “Mama? Remember how I had an ricecweam cone that time that was blue and then my poop was green?”  Or “Mama? Remember how I want to have some water with no ice right now?”.

It is cute, but may be the kind of thing you have to be there for.

Internet? Remember how I used to have things to write about?  And I had like opinions and stuff?  Yeah that was great.

Stuff is going on around here.  I feel super busy but it all seems kinda boring when I sit down to type it out.  So….Internet?  Remember how I went on a trip that one time and it was lots of fun and I took lots of pictures?  Want to see some?  Here are a few of my favorites.  I will get up a slide show soon.

I love this one.  The Son put that door hanger there while we were visiting their room.  They were not pleased with that room at all–ask my mom about the bed bugs.  And the smoke.  And the air conditioning.   Our room was great, clean and right above the pool.    Anyway back to the picture–it was most appropriate. My Dad MAY have been a little familied  out.

Oh, boy.  There they go again, they do that all the time you know.  My favorite part is how Grandma is holding on to Grandpa’s collar.  They remind me of someone….oh, yeah.  Us.

This is the house they moved into after they were just married…although my Grandma did say something that made me wonder if it was really right BEFORE they got married.  Hmm.  I would not know anything about that.  Nope, nothing.   I asked her if he carried her over the threshold here, and he did.  My husband did that too, but banged my head on the door frame.

This is the church they were married in, and the one that my dad was baptized in, and the one that my Great Grandfather was the associate pastor for.   I think I just ended that sentence in a preposition.  Please ignore.

They had glorious stained glass, but my favorite part was that it was not all just Jesus and Disciples, but stained glass of Methodist History!  I saw Martin Luther and John, Charles, and Susanna Wesley, and many more.  It was very neat for me, but I am sure the Baptists reading could care less.  So I will move on. (Another preposition?! What is WRONG with me tonight?)

This is Aunt Alma, my grandmother’s oldest sister.  I have only met her three times in my whole life, but I just LOVE her.  Aren’t they lovely?

Speaking of lovely, look at these two.  My MMiL and I talk like this too, it would be so sad to have one of those in-laws you hear about. Also, how is it fair that I have more wrinkles than my mother? Hmm? Tell me.

On the drive from New York to Pennsylvania, I made my dad drive my rental car so that I could snap some pictures.    Apparently right around here is where my Grandpa used to drive to when he got off work because their liquor store stayed open an hour later than the one in his home town.

These are the original Hershey smoke stacks at the Hershey Factory.  The whole town REALLY does smell like chocolate.  And dairy cows.  And tourists.

We saw several cemeteries filled with my ancestors.  So much for anonymity– now you know that somewhere in the past six generations of my family someone had an initial J at one point.  I just thought it was a cool picture.

Have I told you how GORGEOUS Pennsylvania is yet? I was trying to drive and take pictures.  It may not have gone so well.

I love this picture because this is the EXACT face that The Husband, FFiL, and BiL all make when they are pouting.   This pool was approximately 33 degrees–and we had to spend HOURS in it.

The best part about this picture?  It is the plane taking me back home to my sweet hubby.    And it was before I spilled all of my peanuts.

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