Back to our Regularly Scheduled Program....

I made it to Pennsylvania with a boat load of coffee.
I checked into my hotel, washed my face because driving that long makes me feel icky and I collapsed on the sofa and I was out like a light.  Coffee and all.  My husband finds that amazing.  I'm telling you driving does this to me.

I got to see a good girl friend for lunch on Friday afternoon and it was fun but too short.
Then it was family, family, and more family.

My sister Stephanie who had been there for a week was in control mode.
She came in and told my mom what she was going to do while there.
They went through the attic and purged.
They went through all the things in the basement and purged.
But in these areas items were grouped together of boxes and items sorted by daughter.

We all went through our stuff and laughed and made ourselves feel old.
One afternoon we looked through so many photo's that I couldn't take much more.
But oh how we laughed.  The clothes, the hair styles, and all Christmas photo's in our nightgowns and crazy morning hair.

My sister Pam had the craziest hair do's.  Mullets, perms, shags, boy cuts. 
At one point she picked up a picture and just shook her head and said, "this is just sad why didn't someone do an intervention?"  
Probably because I had some bad ass perms myself.
I looked ridiculous with that frizzy look!

Then there is my sister Jennifer. 
She is so damn cute and being the youngest we all give her grief.
She is 37. 
When she was a baby she was not so cute.
I know that sounds mean but really, she wasn't so cute.
In fact our Aunt and Uncle approached my parents because they thought something was wrong with her.  Poor Jen!  My mother cried.  She thought she was beautiful.
Well the jokes on us because now she is so pretty inside and out!

Her daughter was looking through this with us and she kept saying, "what's wrong with you mom?"  And that of course would throw we sisters into a fit of giggles.
Jen put it best, I looked bad, then good, then bad again and now it is what it is. Which is Great the little shit!

Stephanie has had her share of bad hair styles and glasses that were the size of her face.
Literally there is a picture of her and all you see are these big glasses that go down to her check bones.  I think those were from the early 80's.  She was real young and those glasses were ridiculous.  Thank goodness she got contacts when she got older!

I will posting some pictures this week.
These are too funny not to share.

My Dad on the other hand gave us all a scare.
He is so small and frail looking now compared to the big imposing figure he once was.
We girls and their kids all piled into my SUV to go to the beach for a break.
My father was on his riding mower when we hear a strange noise and then my mother scream out back.  We all got out of the car and ran to the back of the house.
My father who was on his mower hit the swing/gym set in the back and the mower flipped throwing him and gasoline everywhere.  The way that the mowers tire hit the pole of the gym set it got caught.  Thankfully it did because other wise it would have landed on my father and who knows what would have happened.

My father was more embarressed than anything. 
His pride and stubborness kept him from saying that it scared him or that he was hurt.
My nephew and niece right sided the mower back on it's 4 wheels. 
I began to hose off the gasoline as my sister got a bucket of soap and water to be sure we had it all off.  We took the keys away from my father.
My nephew mowed the lawn.  The lawn that didn't even need mowed I might add.
Honestly when I get to be 82 will I be like this? 
Another reason they need to down size. 
They shouldn't be doing all this lawn maintenance.
They have a big yard for them. 
At 82 you don't need to deal with a 1/2 acre you know?
He was bruised and by Sunday his bruising showed.  But he was okay thank goodness.

I have to get caught up with my life and I'll be back with photo's to make you all laugh at me!