Back Alive From The Funeral

It's been a while since my last post. I feel just a little guilty-especially since I have so many die-hard fans (teehee) I hope all 5 of you (yes, I'm pretty sure I'm up to 5 regulars now-yay me!) have been keeping yourselves busy. Anyway, my Grampa died so we headed north for his funeral. It was quite a fun trip with many great memories having been made. I pulled out of south Texas with my BFF Julia and my 3 kids. (Visit Julia's Junket for more trip pics) It's a mere 1040 miles from my house to Gramma's. We left on a Friday and we were lucky enough to find several yard sales and flea markets to stop in. We spent the night outside of Nashville and were rested and ready to stop in this Flea Market that I've been wanting to stop in forever, but never could because usually I travel with people who do not appreciate my 'stop and smell the flowers' , I mean my ' stop at every yard sale and flea market along the way' philosophy. This time was different-so I stopped.Can you see the joy on their faces? Anyway-this flea market is in or near Bowling Green Kentucky-I think. It wasn't what I was expecting, but now I know. I'll never have to wonder again.

Our next stop was Mammoth Cave. I remember going here when I was in 5th grade or something and really wanted to take the kids. They were not initially real thrilled about the idea, but of course, in the end they all thought it was super-cool, just like me *grin*.The girl took this picture BEFORE the cave tour. I think she was not liking me or something-Haha. I'm sure it had nothing to do with us all being in the car together for like 100 hours.

We finally made it in to Louisville about 3 that afternoon. My grandparents live in Jeffersonville, Indiana which is right across the river from Louisville. We made it in time to catch some of the Thunder Over Louisville festival. The planes were amazing. We headed on up to Salem to finally be relieved and unpacked. This is my Aunt: Holly Sue Who (you know, Cindy Lou's 4th cousin from Whoville)She was trying to pick a hairdo for the visitation. I'm glad she decided against this one.

It was a very sad time, but it was so awesome to get to spend time with my family. They are a fabulous bunch and I am so proud of all of them.

Cousins

Remember-we came north from south Texas. It's warm down here. This is the scene on my windshield the morning we headed home:


That's ice people.



Here's the temp:
That right there is why I live here, not there.

My dad rode back with us-he really seemed to enjoy his Papa time with the kids in the back.

We made it home safely and all is well. I still can't believe that my Grampa is gone, but I do realize there is an order to things and this is just how it goes.