My Nephew Darryl*
Spazinski Family Summer Vacation Update
Hello Gang!
We are having a wonderful summer vacation at the beautiful Colorado River. But the trip out here was quite an ordeal I have to tell you. The twins, Brittany and Tiffany, have had upset tummies after every single meal. Bill had to pull the Caravan over all-the-time. Those girls are getting so thin like those models in the fashion magazines they love. After a few days here at the river, I was hoping the motion sickness would finally subside but they are still not keeping much down. Fingers crossed.
We did have a hoot when Uncle Jimbo dropped his dentures in the urinal at the KFC in Bullshead City, but all ended well when the nice Indian fellow there was able to pluck them out with a spork. Jimbo swabbed them down with one of those refreshing moist towelettes and we were good to go. Hopefully his eyeglasses will turn-up in the lost-and-found at the Walmart in Tulsa. He keeps running into walls and tripping over curbs and rocks. Fingers crossed.
We are staying at a fancy new Holiday Inn Express. It's just lovely with lots of amenities. I have been heating my Nutrisystem food in the microwave and Bill loves the mini-fridge for his Colt. As I am able to keep on my diet while vacationing, I am more confident than ever that I will soon reach my goal weight of 330-pounds. I haven't been that slim since I was in my fourth year at Columbus Junior College! Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow we are going to try getting discount tickets on the Jet Boat. It will be a splurge but our little Darryl has his heart set on it (I am attaching a picture of Darryl having a great time at the river). He has been all smiles since not needing the leg braces anymore. I am sure not going on that crazy speedboat, it looks dangerous to me. But since Darryl has been working hard on his stutter and did not wet the bed for the last two nights, Bill thought he deserved a treat and will take him. I sure hope his Tourette's does not crop-up like it does when he gets overexcited. Fingers crossed.
Well Gang, I need to get back to all the fun. God Bless and tell Grandma Doris we are pulling for her when she has the double bunionectomy next week. Toes crossed. Ha, ha!
Love,
Janie
*Okay, so I don't actually have a nephew named Darryl. In fact, I have never seen this kid before in my life. I don't know his name but he looks like a Darryl to me.
For several months, I have been getting wayward emails from someone I don't know with pictures of various ocean-going freighters (yes, big commercial ships) and mysterious kids with varying degrees of attention deficit disorder and borderline intellectual functioning having "fun" on vacation. I know. Awww.
There is not much text in the messages other than an occasional "Check this one out" or "Hey!" I replied twice to the sender to let him know he obviously has the wrong addy and that I don't know who he is, but the vacation snaps keep coming.
Since my own family has no interest in sending me pictures or being in contact, I figured I would bring these strangers to life in my imagination. Hey, what else do I have to do?
Hello Gang!
We are having a wonderful summer vacation at the beautiful Colorado River. But the trip out here was quite an ordeal I have to tell you. The twins, Brittany and Tiffany, have had upset tummies after every single meal. Bill had to pull the Caravan over all-the-time. Those girls are getting so thin like those models in the fashion magazines they love. After a few days here at the river, I was hoping the motion sickness would finally subside but they are still not keeping much down. Fingers crossed.
We did have a hoot when Uncle Jimbo dropped his dentures in the urinal at the KFC in Bullshead City, but all ended well when the nice Indian fellow there was able to pluck them out with a spork. Jimbo swabbed them down with one of those refreshing moist towelettes and we were good to go. Hopefully his eyeglasses will turn-up in the lost-and-found at the Walmart in Tulsa. He keeps running into walls and tripping over curbs and rocks. Fingers crossed.
We are staying at a fancy new Holiday Inn Express. It's just lovely with lots of amenities. I have been heating my Nutrisystem food in the microwave and Bill loves the mini-fridge for his Colt. As I am able to keep on my diet while vacationing, I am more confident than ever that I will soon reach my goal weight of 330-pounds. I haven't been that slim since I was in my fourth year at Columbus Junior College! Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow we are going to try getting discount tickets on the Jet Boat. It will be a splurge but our little Darryl has his heart set on it (I am attaching a picture of Darryl having a great time at the river). He has been all smiles since not needing the leg braces anymore. I am sure not going on that crazy speedboat, it looks dangerous to me. But since Darryl has been working hard on his stutter and did not wet the bed for the last two nights, Bill thought he deserved a treat and will take him. I sure hope his Tourette's does not crop-up like it does when he gets overexcited. Fingers crossed.
Well Gang, I need to get back to all the fun. God Bless and tell Grandma Doris we are pulling for her when she has the double bunionectomy next week. Toes crossed. Ha, ha!
Love,
Janie
*Okay, so I don't actually have a nephew named Darryl. In fact, I have never seen this kid before in my life. I don't know his name but he looks like a Darryl to me.
For several months, I have been getting wayward emails from someone I don't know with pictures of various ocean-going freighters (yes, big commercial ships) and mysterious kids with varying degrees of attention deficit disorder and borderline intellectual functioning having "fun" on vacation. I know. Awww.
There is not much text in the messages other than an occasional "Check this one out" or "Hey!" I replied twice to the sender to let him know he obviously has the wrong addy and that I don't know who he is, but the vacation snaps keep coming.
Since my own family has no interest in sending me pictures or being in contact, I figured I would bring these strangers to life in my imagination. Hey, what else do I have to do?