So, I'm back. And I have to tell you, I had a great time. In a word... Relaxing. Glens Falls, is a little like Old Fremont, or Molalla. Small town community with a small town community way of living. I haven't been witness to that sort of thing in a long time.
I learned some new verbage while up there. First off, let me tell you, Upstate New Yorkers are a different breed then NYC New Yorkers. First off, New Yorkers HATE NYC New Yorkers. Politically, if you win NYC, you win New York. Screw the rest of em. The rest of New York is a Gun totin', country music listening, sort of hick. So, they hate NYC new yorkers. They also hate Vermonters, people from Conneticuit, Massachusettes, and even Canadians. If you're from Conn. You're a Conneticuit Princess. If you're from Mass. You're a Mass-hole. If you're from Canada, You're just a Dirty Canadian. They dispise Canadians.
So, I took about 100 pictures of the wedding and reception and all that. Took about 10 picutres of New York, and other areas. Typical me. The truth of the matter is that I left the camera in the car.
The Devine's are Great/ Amazing People. Took me in as family and treated me as one of their own (Brett and Katie and Brett's Mom and Dad, Rack'em Renny and Claudia) If anyone has ever seen my Mom's house or even where she lives, then you've seen Renny and Claudia's House. It's really creepy just how much alike the two houses are on opposite sides of the country. Claudia even has the exact same decorating tastes as my mom, even down to the Kinkade paintings throughout the house. The house is just as big, in the middle of the country in Kingsbury.
So, overall, quite enjoyable, BUT.... I'm glad to be back home. I was missing it a lot.
Now, I'm tired and gotta go back to work. I read Leslies blog, and I couldn't agree more. I suppose that comes from being from Oregon and from a "tree huggin'" state and spending a vast majority of my childhood outside watching suburbia creep up on us and slowly become big city, forcing us to get the hell out and move to the deep country. Then, we were living 1500 feet from the river, at the base of the mountains near Christmas Tree farms and miles away from big city and it's hassles. Keeping our own environment just how we liked it... Green and Clean. As we move around, I notice just how dirty America is, and just how beautiful Oregon was and still is. I have a feeling that Oregon will be the place we eventually retire in. 15 years and counting.
Leslie... I get it.
1 comment:
as always, we see it the same. hey, i was born in oregon and i think i am heading that direction too someday...maybe we can be neighbors! :) thanks for not laughing at my rant for the wetlands...sometimes i feel like i live among stepford wives. it takes an interaction with someone who sees the light to really get me fired up!
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