Actually, I'm not even really here to say that. Adam, AKA DJTrain over at The Train's Whistle was given the Kreativ Blogger Award, and suggested I write it as a guest post. Woot-woot! My first guest post! I have to say, not only did I have fun with it, I think it's some of my best - and indeed most creative - writing so far. Go check it out HERE! (and while you're there be sure to read some of his earlier stuff. It's pretty cool.)
Since I wrote a full post already, I'm just going to share some photos from this weekend's trip, and call it a day. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words!
(I'm including an extra special bonus)
First, to catch you up in general. Last week on Thursday I went out to watch Brett's softball game. I brought along homemade peanut-butter cookies, and before heading to the game...
...we spread them with Nutella, satisfying the debate happening over on Rusty's blog.
|yes, there are milk chocolate chips in some of them. I like to experiment.|
|Here he is: the man, the myth, the Coach DJTrain!|
On Friday, my parents, my aunt, and I headed off towards Iowa.
|The Amana Colonies are an Amish community in Eastern Iowa.|
|Iowa is NOT flat! It is gently rolling prairie - well, fields now.|
This cracked me up...
|You "redeem" your empties for the deposit, but it sounds|
as if there's an AA meeting in the back room or something!
|This isn't even the most crowded part, because I was trying to get all the RVs.|
This is the town of my paternal grandmother. We visited a lot when I was a kid. I was delighted to see that the same old
|The rolling barrel o' joy.|
Or, for those of us with big brothers:
The rolling barrel o' terror.
|...and isn't it amazing that we ALL survived these?|
Sunday we headed back across the state to my Mom's brother's house. When we stopped for lunch, guess whose table number was the Ultimate Answer!!!
|(My parents did not understand why this was photo-worthy.)|
|More proof of Iowa's non-flatness.|
|Dudes! It's as tall as a juice glass! That's 3 meals right there.|
|The Mighty Mississippi. It's really big, dudes. And I'm not even crossing it at a notably wide spot!|
That's a LOT of people. Of all ages. Actually, there are only two from my generation (and my grandpa's branch) that are younger than me: my brother and one cousin. I have cousins who have kids that are nearer my age than my cousins. Heck, I have cousins who are grandparents! So it's kind of weird, still being the young one. But it was fun. And I decided that if our generation is going to continue this, we need to start wearing name-tags. And family tree-tags.
Extra Special Bonus...JUST for playing along and actually reading this lengthy post all the way to the bottom, I've decided to include an actual, CURRENT picture of me:
And FINALLY finally,
In today's Something to Celebrate:
On this date in 1942, Anne Frank was given a diary for her 13th birthday. It gives you chills, doesn't it?