This past weekend my brother and friend came up to visit me, and we went to a place called Beaver Brook Falls. It’s absolutely stunning with it’s cascading waterfall and “magical-like” trail paths. We went down one of the trails, and the NH Environmental group has just gone through recently and cleared the path…my brother thought he would be funny, so I snapped this picture:
I know he doesn’t look it, but my brother is actually 6’7″ and a LOT of muscle. It was really funny seeing him “play strong” when he really is strong.
Neighbors. I have some normal neighbors…interesting neighbors….and new neighbors. 🙂 The lady across from us (Mrs. Brown) is awesome. She’s that sweet old lady that everyone loves, and everyone helps, and everyone loves to help. She gave everyone candy as kids and never rat-ed on anyone when she saw something “questionable” (like 40 cars parked in your driveway when your parents are away XD). The person diagonal from us is John…..I don’t really know what his last name is….never rally asked. He’s our German Shepard neighbor. He got married and had a kid later in life (he’s about 45 and just got married/had said kid about 5 years ago), and he’s ALWAYS had a german shepard on his property. Always has, always will. We love him for that. His dogs are gorgeous. 🙂 The person to the left of us is Mike…Mike lives with his wife…his son….and his son’s wife. They’re the “interesting” neighbors. Growing up I remember my parents forbidding my brothers’ to be friends with their son…and as I got older I learned that no one in the neighborhood liked them, but my dad was always the person telling everyone to leave them alone. When I was in high school I found out why. No murder mystery or anything like that, sorry. 🙂 Mike doesn’t like noise…like, if he could live in a cemetery, I’m pretty sure he would. He’s turned every single person in our neighborhood in for barking dogs. I’m not even kidding. And granted, we have a small neighborhood, about 20-30 houses, but I think that makes it even worse because we all know each other, and every one else gets along. ANYWAY, my last neighbor lives to the right of us, and they’re new. They moved in back in August, and it’s a guy and his wife (I’ve met them, but I really don’t remember names) and their two little kids (one is three, one is five). They are so friggin’ cute. We haven’t had little kids in the neighborhood in a long time, so when my mom and I heard little kids squealing on Christmas morning, we both just looked at each and smiled. Even if it was super early in the morning.
So the challenge is to actually open a dictionary to a random page and pick a word on that page and post a picture.
Balustrade: A row of balusters topped by a rail serving as an open parapet as along the edge of a balcony terrace bridge or the eaves of a building or as a guard railing on a staircase it serves as a guard to prevent people from falling
There aren’t many balustrade’s around here….I live in the middle of no-where upstate NY. Anyway, I remember a pic my Aunt Cathy had taken a while back (back when there was no snow on the ground 🙂 ) and decided to steal her picture. 🙂
I can’t say that I have a favorite holiday by year or date or anything, but I DO have a favorite holiday. Thanksgiving is my favorite. Mostly because we always have a ton of people over, which means our house is completely full. This year, we shared Thanksgiving with my Aunt Diane, and her husband, my Uncle Brian.
I remember her calling about a week before, and my mom and I told her to come over with everyone, and she said “Are you sure? You’re gonna have a lot of people in that house!” And we said absolutely!!! My mom and I both LOVE having people in our house. It makes it filled with love, and everyone always has a good time (of course I’m sure the bottle(s) of wine that are always there don’t hurt either ^-^). I look forward to Thanksgiving each year, simply because of how many people I get to see.
It’s always bothered me that a lot of people don’t get to see the people in their extended family unless there’s something like a death in the family. I want to see my family throughout the year, during HAPPY occasions.
This year is the first time in YEARS that we decided to go with a real tree. My brother and I split the price, and off the two of us, along with Mama Bear went. 🙂 We got to the tree place, Holland Hill Tree Farm in Ballston Spa, NY, and after we grabbed a saw we set off into the field to look for our tree. There were a few where we all paused and pondered if it was the tree for us, before mom saw one and pointed it out to us. “I think this is it,” she said happily. Elliott and I nodded in agreement, and my six foot five inches of brother got down on his stomach and cut the tree down.
He hefted it back up the hill and after we put it in the trunk of his car (yes, we had to leave the trunk open-obviously XD), we drove home and put it up in the family room. 🙂
We let the tree sit for a bit to let it warm up(my mom said that this step is important…..I DID NOT KNOW THAT.)
Anyway, after my brother got home from work we decorated the tree with all of the family ornaments, each one having a different meaning. ❤