As you all know, I recently moved from Juneau, AK, to Batesville, AR. Leaving Alaska was one of the hardest things I've ever done, and I'm still not sure the move "stuck." Having said that, I am truly enjoying the company of my family and friends here in the Lower 48. Since the blogs of my friends in Juneau are SO appreciated by me, I thought I might give them a venue to keep up with my goings on.
It is amazing what can happen in two short weeks. I arrived back in AR. on Sept. 17th. My sister and mom picked me up from the airport in Little Rock, which was a total surprise. They weren't supposed to know that I was arriving in town a month before my sister's wedding. We weren't even out of the airport parking lot before I had been offered fried chicken and a whoopee pie. Yes, "Whoopee Pie." I laughed so hard that it hurt. Apparently, a whoopee pie is some sugar filling smooshed between two chocolate cookies. My little sister had made a whole batch that she said "went like hotcakes at church." It is going to take a while for my system to adjust to all the grease, and I'm pretty sure that I don't want to adjust. There is enough fried food consumed in Arkansas to satisfy the suggested daily value of fat for the whole United States. No kidding.
Back to the wedding; my little sis is getting married on October 18th. I've swooped in like Batman
to help solve all the impending planning disasters. So far, I have gritted my teeth through the wedding shower, picked up the bride's maids' dresses, and volunteered to help Sis arrange her new home. Keep in mind that even though I am totally complaining, I did have to make a four and a half hour drive to get those dresses. Really though, it is neat to see her so excited about something. Since Beth's wedding is going to be my main preoccupation for the next few weeks, those will probably be the pictures that you get to see. Lucky you. :)
It is amazing what can happen in two short weeks. I arrived back in AR. on Sept. 17th. My sister and mom picked me up from the airport in Little Rock, which was a total surprise. They weren't supposed to know that I was arriving in town a month before my sister's wedding. We weren't even out of the airport parking lot before I had been offered fried chicken and a whoopee pie. Yes, "Whoopee Pie." I laughed so hard that it hurt. Apparently, a whoopee pie is some sugar filling smooshed between two chocolate cookies. My little sister had made a whole batch that she said "went like hotcakes at church." It is going to take a while for my system to adjust to all the grease, and I'm pretty sure that I don't want to adjust. There is enough fried food consumed in Arkansas to satisfy the suggested daily value of fat for the whole United States. No kidding.
Back to the wedding; my little sis is getting married on October 18th. I've swooped in like Batman
to help solve all the impending planning disasters. So far, I have gritted my teeth through the wedding shower, picked up the bride's maids' dresses, and volunteered to help Sis arrange her new home. Keep in mind that even though I am totally complaining, I did have to make a four and a half hour drive to get those dresses. Really though, it is neat to see her so excited about something. Since Beth's wedding is going to be my main preoccupation for the next few weeks, those will probably be the pictures that you get to see. Lucky you. :)
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