You know how everyone`s vacation pictures are always more interesting to them– than to anyone else?
I`m doing that.
Self awareness fixes everything. And allows me to continue on.
Here is just a few from a 1950s Diner we hit on the way to the beach.
I am over it a bit, but when I was a lot younger, I dreamed of being school-age-young, in the 1950s.
It seemed like such a clean, innocent, nostalgic era. I probably pictured my whole life sitting at the bar of a “50s diner” in most of the fantasy. Sipping a “malt” with a boy named “Donald” or maybe “Chester”. Other than the movie That Thing You Do, I didn`t know a whole lot about the 50s– just that after school they went the drugstore, wearing penny loafers (or on roller skates), for a drink from the soda fountain, while listening to Etta James, Patsy Cline or Young Elvis on vinyl records.
Isn`t it funny how we only get tiny snapshots of an era in our minds, and then we think we “know” that decade.
Plus, now I`m glad I wasn`t born and in school then, because that would make me 70.
But anyways, being here made me kinda happy.
And there is 1950s Elle– I mean Ethel.
She is so cute and tiny– I just want to pick her up and pinch her between my thumb and first finger. And then let her run and play with Thumbelina.
I had a grilled chicken sandwich– I know, I`m so healthy– it was pretty generic actually, but they had a couple “fixin` stands” set up with GREAT sauces that revved up my chicken sandwich to a raving 10.
And took it`s healthy rating back down to a 2.
Anyways–It was keen and swell.
G, what were you thinking? You know a ketchup row is not complete until you have 4 in a row.
I love this picture.
Isn`t it just so All American? All it needs is a piece of apple pie in it yet.
Oh, Sally, you know there`s no gas in your pump.
G is MONSTER PUMPED about this old muscle car.
He always tries to hide his emotions like that.
Just so you don`t miss G.
If you ever have trouble identifying him, he has a small scar behind his right ear.
Mom, how much am I getting paid to do this again?
If you ever think,
Aw we`re just going to the beach. Combing my hair will just be a huge bother…
RECANT! Because you will have so much regret later.
G said the least I could have done was comb the girls.
Hey! HEL-LO? What vacation?!
So if you were to look at these last 2 photos– and observing the 3 year old– would you say:
A) She isn`t photogenic.
B) She isn`t well trained.
C) She is mildly funny.
D) All of the above.
It would also be true to say that the 1 year old is easily diverted.