I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend! I had one that was typical of being in Wichita Falls, uneventful! I did however have some really good photo ops. Here are two that I would like to share with you all. Of course, there will be many more to come.
Something to make you giggle: On the way back to Houston (boys will be boys!)
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Something to make you hungry: My uncle and aunt made me lunch (Brisket Bolio and fixin’s)
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It has been a long few days! So much going on here. Most of our energy has been spent on baby sitting and traveling to Wichita Falls to pick up James from his summer vacation. We are now a full house, minus Dad. This was Gabby’s first road trip. She did really well. We only added an extra 30 minutes to our trip’s normal time. She must love being on the open road, even if that road leads to Wichita Falls. True to her nature, Gabby loved being around new people and was very calm and slept very well. It was not until we got home that she erupted like Mount Vesuvius! I can hardly wait for her teen years, she says sarcastically.
The kids are trying to make the most of their last week of freedom and I am trying to keep up with the house, take the kids shopping and to their intended destinations, and answer Gabby’s non stop summoning. All this madness and it will not stop raining, which makes us feel a little cabin feverish.
Here is a slide show of all of us during the trip. We made it in for my grandma’s 77th birthday celebration with some of our family. Her birthday is the same day as mine. However, she is respectfully older so it was all about her! We also had time to visit with my friends,Linda and Angie, who finally got to see the baby!
Notice in the family pictures all the dark headed people. Gabby never had a chance 
Also notice how many times Gabby changed hands. She was quite the hit!
Many of you have heard my tales of my hometown. No matter where I go or what I do, Wichita Falls will always be in my blood. I was able to spend more time than usual in my old stomping grounds this past weekend. I took my kids on a cathartic journey with me as I forced them to witness my old haunts and hiding places. I made sure to take several pictures to document my walk down memory lane. If you let yourself be absorbed, going back home with your kids can not only be a journey back in time, but one forward following the circle of life. It is hard for me not to go home and remember things such as the railroad tracks, my old church, my sister and I as kids, the East Side, high school (Moving Forward Strong and True, Senior Class of 2002!, stop smirking Linda), my grandmother making tortillas, simple laughter, and trying times.
The picture above is one of the many my grandmother gave me this past weekend of me and my sister in our very early years. She will never know just how much I appreciate these pictures. Below are new pictures I took with captions explaining what you are looking at.
When I go back home, I will be sure to take some pictures of places that I forgot to include. For example, the general store, Davenport’s, next to my grandma’s house that still lets customers charge on a bill and is known for it famous hot links. The Chicken Box, a legendary East Side Chicken Place that brought in loyalist from all over the city, rich and poor alike, for its dipped chicken livers and gizzards and crisp chicken, and an old storage building where my sister and I truly believed as kids that the Kool-Aid Man (oh, yeah) lived, always expecting him to bust through the wall.
To be a child again.