I hate surprises.
Brian knows this.
Whenever he tries to surprise me, I dry heave.
I'm a weirdo..
or more likely, a control freak.
Yeah, that's it exactly.
However, I sure love to surprise others.
That's how our last trip to New York for the week of Father's Day came about.
We bought our tickets two and half weeks before we left.
We told no one that we were coming. Not even the people here.
Because if you start talking about it in casual conversations, it makes it easier for a slip up.
We went to the airport and had high hopes of running into no issues this time...
than life threw us an anticipated curve ball.
Stupid tornadoes
Our flight was cancelled.
We booked another flight for the next day.
We made it to DC, but by that time the storm had moved over to the East Coast.
Delayed in DC for 5 hours...
Then, we finally made it to Syracuse.
We took a taxi to my parent's house and surprised the heck out of them.
(You can see the video of our surprise on my FB page if you so desire. Mind you, swearing is involved if you're morally opposed to hearing such things.. oh mom.)
Well, just my mom. My mom started yelling, smothering us and crying.
My dad said (mid chew of a sandwich)
"Well... this is weird."
I'm glad I got a reaction from my mother or else I would have flipped out.
"You mean to tell me I traveled through storms and delays for 48 hours to hear you say, 'this is weird'?"
Maybe it was shock.
Maybe his sandwich was just super tasty.
Yeah, that's exactly it.
We had a lot of fun on our trip. It was very relaxing. We traveled to a few places on some little day trips. We hiked and went on some long walks. We had A TON of food! I was able to visit with my friends. It was just what I needed.
Now for the (not so) funny story..
When we arrived to the Syracuse Airport I realized I had to use the restroom..
routine, right?
I went to the bathroom and walked back to our gate.
I took out my purse to get my phone to text my mother..
Oh wait!
Ran back to the bathroom.
I was gone from that bathroom like a minute at most.
A cleaning lady had my phone in her hand,
"Sweetheart, did you leave this here?"
Yes. Thank you so much!
I'm about to leave the bathroom when I faintly hear her say, "I tried to turn it on, but it wouldn't start."
Come again?
I look down at my phone.
The screen has cracks and scratches and obvious water damage in the screen.
"I don't know what happened to it some lady gave it to me."
Woman. I will slap you.
Galaxy
June 4, 2013- June 22, 2013.
My sweet sweet phone
I cherished you.
You lived a beautiful life.
You didn't deserve your life to be cut so short.
May your beautiful soul rest in peace.
Needless to say, this means I don't have many photos of our trip.
Just the ones I uploaded to FB and Insta while on my trip.
Here they are for your enjoyment and in memory of my precious Galaxy... bless her heart.
Our first night in Syracuse. We went to the Turning Stone Casino.
We have wanted to do this every trip with my brother.
He always bails out on us, so we decided to go with my parents instead.
They are way cooler anyways.
;)
Brian absolutely loves the Farmer's Market.
We always make a trip there when we go visit my mom.
Brian takes pictures of Amish people.
We get a Hoffman Hotdog and an apple cider donut.
It's a good time.
I know that Brian likes the "great" outdoors so we went on a few long walks and a hike this trip.
Brian, Rachel, Joey and I went up to Chittenango falls and did the hike that starts at the bottom of the waterfall and goes to the top of it.
It was a lot of fun.
Joey was so precious.
When he first saw the falls he turned to his mom and said,
"Mom. I've never seen such a thing as this."
It was so cute.
View from the bottom (above)
View from the top (below)
I was also able to surprise my dear friend Kaitlyn at her baby shower.
The shower was as beautiful, radiant and sweet as Kait.
We visited my grandparents at their farm house.
My grandpa has taken up the hobby of making guitars.
Brian wanted to see how it was done, so my grandpa took him and my dad to his shop.
The guitars are delicately crafted and beautiful.
It truly is an art form.
My grandpa waving us good-bye.
I loved being able to go on this trip.
I have missed my family so much.
I'm so lucky to have a husband who is okay dropping money on a trip to grand old
Syracuse, NY.
I know there are many more exciting places he would rather travel to, but
he wants me to be happy.
I love him for that.
Try to sleep tonight after seeing this frightening image!
Albuquerque
