There are also carriage rides around the plaza and I remember one year the whole family went down there and took a ride. I remember seeing the cute two person carriage that couples who were out on a date were taking and then we piled onto the hay ride version of the carriage ride. I will admit I was a little disappointed, but it was still lots of fun.
Saturday we didn’t do a whole heck of a lot. The wind was blowing 40-some miles an hour and it was about 20 degrees. We went to the IHOP for breakfast and then hung out with Bekah and my Aunt Charlene until they had to run off to other engagements. Then I headed off to meet Steph over at Blawnde’s Blog for dinner at Panera. I have to admit I was really nervous to meet my first blogging friend….and to be really honest, I was kind of apprehensive telling my family how I knew her. So Steph, the cover story is we met through a friend and then became pen pals. In a round-about way that is true because I stumbled upon her blog by looking through the lists of blogs my friends followed…..I know it is a stretch of the truth, but we are talking about my grandpa who doesn’t have a cordless house phone, let alone anything resembling high technology. To try to explain to him what a blog is and why/how we form this crazy tight-knit community through it just wasn’t going to happen. But now we are “met in real life” friends, so I don’t even need to worry about stretching truth from now on.
Dumb me, didn’t get a picture of us together, but she did and she put it up on her blog. Should you venture over there, you will notice how gigantoid my head is compared to her. But the important thing about the encounter was how once we were face to face, there was nothing left to be nervous about. Basically we both already knew that we would like each other and have a lot in common, so it was really a ‘hey how’s this going?’ kind of encounter. We ended up meeting at 4pm (I like beating the dinner rush *whistles through her dentures*) and talking for almost 3 hours about just about everything under the stars. It was just really cool and I can’t wait until we get to meet up again.
Sunday we drove out to somewhere in Missouri and met my Aunt Marilyn and cousins for lunch.
So you’re looking at Big Butter, Marilyn, Francesca, a friend (bad Natalie for forgetting her name….Lelani maybe?), and Sophia.
Over here we got Raquel, Grandpa Gumbo, and Aunt Charlene. All the kids are my Aunt Marilyn’s. Yep 3 girls. Wild.
Monday I met my boss at his hotel at 7am and we headed off for a 15 hour day. Bleh!
On Tuesday morning Grandpa Gumbo wanted to make us some corn bread for breakfast. He makes a mean corn bread, so I thought it would be fun to take some pictures of him.
My grandpa has lived in this house since my mom was 3 years old. In fact I slept in her old bedroom. It isn’t a big house and sadly it needs some major TLC, but grandpa is stubborn, as old people never are, so even when given the opportunity to sell to developers, he refused. I have a million memories in this house of Thanksgivings and Christmases. It is hard because I really miss my momma a lot, but it was also good for me, if that makes any sense. I love looking through old pictures of her and when I was sitting in her room I found myself wondering how many days she spent in here daydreaming throughout her youth.