Gosh. This weekend was perfect.
It started off as not-so-perfect, and then rapidly changed to perfect. And here is why.
So there are two things you should know about me:
1) I am obsessed with seasons and making the most out of them
2) Burley and I come from INSANELY wonderful families, but also believe that they are cursed.
In a good way.
You know how you have some friends that like, go on vacations... And they go off without a hitch?
Or who have cars that never get flat tires?
Or who NEVER have a horror story from the DMV?
Or who go on dates without fighting first?
Or who go camping and DON'T get attacked by killer bees?
Well I am here to tell you, we are not those friends. And our friends will tell you, we are not those friends.
But we are good friends. And we will always have a story to tell you about how something didn't go as planned. And it may just make you laugh and be thankful that you came from a family that is not cursed in a good way.
But Burley and I know that we wouldn't have it any other way.
This weekend was a perfect example of that.
So it starts with the aforementioned #1 thing you need to know about me. I am obsessed with the seasons.
ESPECIALLY fall and winter. I have seriously had anxiety attacks in the past (not proud... just sayin') when I have felt like the seasons were passing me by and I wasn't experiencing them to their fullest. WHO DOES THAT? (This particular story was around Christmas time, when I was dating Burley, sitting in the passenger seat of his green Nissan truck, literally WEEPING that I hadn't even driven around to see Christmas lights yet and I wished I was young again)... What?
Yes. He still married me. 2 points for Burley!
Anyways. Knowing this about me, Burley had found a Punkin' Chunkin' contest in our area that was going on at a fair on Saturday. LOVE HIM. Perfect. I am there.
So we set out to go punkin' chunkin'. Or at least watch.
First we stop for gas... and the sky is growing cloudy.
Then we stop for cash and ponchos... as the sky starts to drip a few drops of rain.
Then we wait in traffic as we pass 1 million cars LEAVING the area of the fair. And it starts to pour.
Finally we are in the parking lot, looking at the fair. Ponchos in hand. Discussing our next move. And the skies open up.
I look at Burley. He looks at me.
We put our ponchos on and brave the fair.
This video shows you what it was like, and what we experienced after being there for about 30 seconds.
Yes. Oh my gosh. We were thinking the exact same thing you are thinking right now.
What the eff is going on. Who are these people? What are they talking about? Aren't they embarassed?
Where are we?
We stayed at the fair for about 1 hour.
Long enough to share 4 bites of a Turkey leg, 1 caramel apple cider, enter to win 1 Vespa, spin the wheel for candy, give candy away to little kids, ask multiple security guards if the 2:30pm punkin' chunkin' contest was still going to happen, and then get 1 answer to that question. No.
So we left.
And it is a memory I will cherish forever.
We laughed SO hard that day. We got SO VERY soaked from head to toe.
And THAT my friends is why the McConnell/Richardson curses are good. Because they create memories. And lots of them. Lots and Lots of good ones.
"Remember that time that we stayed in that awful extended stay for Christmas and slept 10 deep in that room?"
"Remember that time that James ran around the neighborhood in his boxers at 12am while we video taped him and created the legend of the manbeast, and we almost go arrested?"
"Remember that time that our van broke down on the drive from MA to GA and we had to all walk through that cornfield in the middle of the night?"
"Remember that time we drove home from Easter breakfast and we snuck all those baby ducks in the back of the car and they pooped all over our easter outfits and Papa was sooo mad? But we got to keep the ducks?"
Yes. Those are all true. And all very very fond memories.
So maybe instead of curses... we can call these blessings.
Maybe that is too generous.
I will settle for clessings. Yes. Clessings.
Speaking of clessings and memories and fall and... what was I speaking of again?
Here are some shots from the rest of my weekend.
Ah yes. Beautiful Fall. Keep on keepin' on.