I didn't? Silly me.
For my birthday, Will sent me to Maine to celebrate my older sister's birthday. We share the fabulous birthday month, September.
I made the flight out with out throwing up all over the plane--yay for me! Last time I flew home, I picked the cheapest flight with "no layovers". I should have been suspicious when the flight time was over ten hours. What "no layovers" meant was that the plane made five stops across the country and I never got off the plane. They unloaded and loaded the other cattle and we were off. The result, by the third stop I was sweating like a sinner in church and barfing like a frat boy. It was horrible. I had to pull my hair around my face for some privacy while I barfed up every thing I ever ate in my entire life. Sad, sad, sad story.
It was so lovely to see my sisters for the weekend. I was only there for a couple of days but they were fabulous days! We did some antiquing, we went to my home town's Apple Festival, we had a wicked birthday party for my sister and we went to the beach--wonderful! Here, mostly just to put a smile on my own face, are the pictures and a quick re-cap of the trip.
Antiquing in Maine can mean looking at cheap junk, expensive junk or fine collectibles (really old junk).
Look at that picture up there. Can you see what is hanging from the ceiling? That's right, a cork screw ice pick, a three pronged whale hook, a post digger and variety of pots and pans. Don't accidentally bump into any thing here and certainly don't trip into the barrel of newly sharpened awls.
This is my just-a-little-older sister, Camie. We were in the same grade in school and got married a few months apart. She is ballsy and anxiety prone--a combination that is hard to find. When we were in the second grade she told some kids at the lunch table that white bread was made with spit. A story I think we invented at home because my Mother never, ever, ever bought white bread--she made her own whole wheat bread. Anyway, Camie even pointed to the flour spots on the bottom of a piece of bread saying "See, that's the spit." Well, this didn't go over well with the white-bread eating student body. One little girl went and told a teacher, Mrs. Farrington. When the girl came back to tell Camie that Mrs. Farrington said there wasn't any spit in white bread--Camie said "Well, Mrs. Farrington is an old wind bag." "I'm telling Mrs. Farrington!" the antagonist responded.
"I don't care, I'll tell her myself." and with that Camie marched right up to Mrs. Farrington and said "You're an old wind bag!" right to her face! Mrs. Farrington was so stunned, she didn't say a word. Nobody at the lunch table would eat their white bread after that.
**post edit** Now my sister is a grown woman with two darling boys and a crippling fear of highway driving. She can handle being a passenger on the highway (and offers helpful driving tips from the back seat) but give her the opportunity to be the driver on a highway and she breaks out into hives. Highway driving is way too stressful for her. It gives me the giggles every time her fear of the highway comes up. Is this the same girl who was not afraid to tell a teacher off in the second grade?
The second antique store we went into was much nicer. It is every one's favorite antique store. It is in this big old Maine house with three stories of tastefully arranged stuff. It is lovely and was named one of Yankee Magazine's Best Fun-tiquing in 2010.
The evening of the same day we did our little antiquing was Jennifer's birthday party. We ate delicious food, shared beautiful company, laughed about facial hair and stayed up too late. It was a great party!
We went to one of my family's favorite beaches on my last full day in Maine. I was time-warped and so exhausted I couldn't talk. My younger sister took offence...what could I do? The beach was beautiful despite my exhaustion.
Hubba-hubba, look at those hot beach bodies.
We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home from the beach. I forgot, in Maine, if you want sprinkles on your ice cream you had better call them "jimmies" or you aren't getting any.
I bought gifts home for all of my kids. Adell and Clare got these adorable ballet skirts Jennifer made. Wyatt got a Nerf dart gun and Lorien got a locket I bought at the classy antique store.
I had such a great time. Even if I came home so messed up time-wise it took me a whole week to recover. I wish I could go back more often.
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