Meeting the parents

To be honest, I spent all day yesterday playing catch up from being gone. But 12 days of vacation was awesome and I only opened my computer twice the entire time. It was great to totally break up the routine and do something entirely different!

I finally got all my photos onto my computer (about 3000) and haven’t really even looked at them yet. But I know you are dieing to know how the meeting with the in-laws went first and foremost.

It was great! They are the nicest people! I took this photo of Dennis with his mom and dad, his aunt is on the left. All three of them speak Spanish and well, I don’t. So we couldn’t really communicate at all.

Haden was nice enough to shoot this photo for us. We really had a great time visiting. Well, I mostly listened - I comprehend a lot more Spanish than I could ever speak. So I was able to follow the conversations for the most part.

And although Haden shies away from the camera we did weasel him into a photo or two. I’m really happy I got to meet them and am hoping to catch up with them again before they go back to Honduras.

Stirring Memories

Do you know what kind of car this is? As we looked around the car show I was pleasantly surprised to find this one. And even more happy that it was black!

When I was a little bitty girl, my mom had a Comet, a black Comet. It’s the car she had when she was driving down Main Street and a man in the car next to us stuck his tongue out at me.

Her interior was white with red carpet and hers was a different year but it was a car very similar to this one. I was a three year old little blonde sitting in the passenger seat when that mean man stuck his tongue out. I promptly told my mom and she advised me to stick mine back.

Two years later they were married and that 'mean' man became my loving father, yeah the father who would tie my knee socks together while they were still on my feet and drive me crazy. The same dad who has always insisted that I stuck my tongue out first. This month they will have been married 36 years.

Dad never liked mom’s car; he always wanted to bury it in the yard. But I’m not sure why, since he met two of his favorite girls in that Comet. Honestly, I do not remember what happened to the car, maybe it IS buried in the yard of my childhood home.