Boston Trip

Remember that time we went to Boston 8 months ago? Well, as it turns out, I might not remember it either so I figured now was a good time to document it. Steve's oldest brother and his family were living in Boston until August of this year when they moved to Florida. We were living in South Carolina at the time, so I packed my bag based on southern spring weather not so-cold-it-causes-male-infertility weather. If Boston's weather is anything like hell, I swear I will be good the rest of my life. It was obviously a huge change for me because we were living in Texas for 4 years when the summers do this to you:

I hope my mom is reading this

Anyway, one of my favorite things we did was go to a Boston Red Sox game even though it was 40 degrees and raining outside. This a picture of me wearing 3 coats. I took the beanie and 3 hoods off for this picture. If it hadn't been so cold we might have made it past the 7th inning, but hypothermia is not my thing.

We also got to visit Harvard and rub John Harvard's statue for luck. We waited until other people went first because my sister once went with some coworkers from a summer camp and one of the ladies rubbed the foot which was covered in vaseline.

We also did this boat tour that was very interesting, but again very cold and I couldn't feel my legs for most of it. We got off the boat to walk up to Bunker Hill, which looked really close but as it turns out it wasn't. And it didn't help our situation that after our boat tour I found out Mike's Pastry was half a mile away and I convinced them that we should get dessert even though children were crying and my legs were numb.

We enjoyed our trip, but realized I can never live above Virginia. Steve, on the other hand, thought the cold weather was amazing.

I see where Steve gets his looks.

Shade, the dog I used to warm up my feet.

GoPro: April 2015 Boston Trip

We visited Boston for the first time and went to visit Brian, Kisha, and the rest of the family. Heres some footage of their cool yard, and zipline of course. Maybe Megan can post some of the pictures since I put together this video...

January Charleston Trip

About 8 months ago, a couple of Steve's siblings came out to visit us in Spartanburg, SC and by Spartanburg, I mean Charleston because there is NOTHING in Spartanburg. Really, not even a Chili's. And apparently it is nicknamed "Murderburg," which Steve failed to mention before he moved us cross-country for his intern year AND he didn't even tell me until we moved to Georgia 2 months ago.

Steve's siblings kept saying that they wanted to come visit us and really they should have come when we lived outside of Austin because we had the best restaurants and there was actually good stuff to see, but as it turns out we could not make a compelling case to convince anyone other than his parents to come out and visit us. In fact, the only time one of them did go to Texas was while we were in Utah and they went to a friend's grandmother's birthday party (as in they never met this grandmother before). Anyway, I'll be honest, I did not believe that his siblings would actually follow through because the Glenn family is not known for decisiveness and follow through. True story, several years ago after I thought we had decided on a movie to see while visiting in Utah, there was still disagreement ON OUR WAY TO THE MOVIE about whether we should see another movie playing at a completely different time than when we were driving to the theater. Even after 5 1/2 years of marriage I still have to tell Steve I'm leaving out the door without him.

When they booked their tickets I was genuinely surprised....and then I panicked because I realized we made zero plans because I didn't even think they would come. So we ended up in Charleston in January. Steve's sister, Julie, really wanted to go on a plantation tour, but since it was winter everything was dead. The tour guide was some weird lady (because let's be honest, only weird people are tour guides) who kept emphasizing that this plantation was focused on preservation instead of restoration. Translation: old Civil war era, drafty dump. And I really mean that. There was goose crap EVERYWHERE. The creepiest part of the tour was when we were trying to find the slave graveyard and we kept stepping in these big indentations in the ground only to find out that those were the graves and the caskets had been crushed over time. So I'm pretty sure we have all been cursed.

Me, judging the tour guide for making us wear name tags

Steve pretending to take of picture of his sister Jodie, but really he's creeping on DAN MARINO

Contemplating what it would look like if the roof caved in and we were crushed to death since they didn't want to "restore" anything

Why is Tyler hanging out at the pond by himself?

Me and Steve at the beach when it was 50 degrees outside

We went on a walk on Rainbow Row that had these colorful houses along the waterfront complete with a rich man dressing himself in a tuxedo for the evening (in a non-Peeping Tom sort of way). And apparently they are equally as hoity-toity with their fountains.

Thanksgiving and Christmas 2014

My sister got an Airedale Terrier last year named Sally, who I met for the first time at Thanksgiving. Steve was working nights, so I decided to drive up to North Carolina and leave Steve to fend for himself. Obviously, I was very excited to meet Sally.

I am not sure if she has her mouth open because she is excited or I am inadvertently straggling her.

Sally was very excited to help us make rolls by trying to steal the dough.

And what's Thanksgiving without your roll dough rising to look like a butt.

Steve was jealous about not meeting Sally, so he was very excited to meet her at Christmas. So much so that he was carrying her like a baby. And at one point, I am pretty sure I saw him nuzzle her.

Five of us six sisters for a post-Christmas lunch

Glenn Family Reunion May 2014

Somehow, Steve bamboozled me into going to a family reunion. The conditions of me going were that he take me to the Bodies exhibit and that he take me to a magic show. In hindsight, I should have been more clear about what constitutes a magic show as Steve bought tickets for an amateur magic show with a guy who trains cats (for reals) and dogs. Not that it wasn't an interesting show, I was just hoping to see someone get stabbed through a box. Steve also decided to take a few liberties by buying a Groupon for shooting Zombies, as pictured below.

If you want to see Jodie freak out, go back to last year's Go Pro Video and you will hear her scream after she GENUINELY believed that she was bitten by a Zombie. At least now we know who not to choose for our post-apocalyptic team. Also, as it turns out I can be quite the fast runner with the proper motivation. 

I honestly do not know how I have had this picture for over a year and not realized this until now.

Steve was so excited for that cotton candy. Bless his heart.

Outside the Las Vegas temple

I think my favorite part of the reunion was the Bodies exhibit. It actually came to Cincinnati while I was on my mission, but it left before I got permission (thanks for nothing, P-Robb). The coolest part was the vascular system, but since they don't let you take pictures I am borrowing some from the internet.

After the family reunion, we visited my sister Jenn and her family in St. George for a couple of days. Her kids seem to be the only kids that actually like me and I don't seem to make them cry. And they're still too young to realize I'm not cool, so I have that going for me too.

We went on this 6-7 mile hike and her kids actually made it most of the way without being held. It made me look bad because I was thinking about asking Steve for a piggy back ride, but I like to avoid being shown up by toddlers when possible.

I think the best part of this trip was feeding the ducks. That white swan kept pecking the other ducklings to steal their bread, so the kids started chucking bread at the swans head and they hit it with surprising accuracy. I was waiting for the swan to come chasing after us and a clip of it ending up on America's Funniest Home Videos.

I think this is the one picture I got of Steve wakeboarding. Never ask me to man your camera. There will likely be nothing on it.

That time I went to NYC...Over a year ago

Yep, I am finally getting around to blogging about that trip. Mostly because I am transitioning in my job, so I don't have a lot whole else to do during the day for the next week and I need proof for Steve that I did not sit around using Netflix all day watching shows about conspiracy theories or blowing out our sound system while watching Inception. Although, if I'm being honest, I am surprised our speakers have made it 5 years.

About a month before I graduated last year, my mother-in-law wanted all the "girls" in the family to go on a group trip to New York, which I had never been to (unless you count that time I had to go through customs on my way back from Armenia that was super awkward). Anyway, I never go on vacation while in school EVER, but I consented to go and I somehow convinced people that we should go see After Midnight starring DULE HILL!!!!! This was the highlight of the trip and I may have accidentally shouted "Gus" from the audience. And I'd like to believe at one point he stared right at me (and knew that I was the biggest Psych fan), but there's a good chance he was staring at everyone in the audience.

And I also got to fulfill my life dream of eating a cream-filled Cronut. I ate this on the plane ride home and used my finger to wipe the bag clean because I don't believe in wasting good food.

This was all of us after our sweaty Central Park bike ride and before I ate a pretzel the size of my face.

I can't believe Steve and I have been married over 5 years and he has never told me that I look like Quasimodo when I ride a bike. Not that it would motivate me to change my posture, it just would have been nice to know.

9/11 Memorial. I was surprised that people were as quiet and respectful as they were.

Another sweaty picture after we climbed the Statue of Liberty. I'll be honest, I was a little surprised the statue was not bigger.

And of course, New York

There were a couple things I was bummed about. One being that I did not get to go to the Chip Shop in Brooklyn where they BATTER AND DEEP FRY PIZZA AND TWINKIES!!!!! I told Steve that I needed him to take me back so I can eat there. I am also sad that I did not take the bread basket at some Italian restaurant we ate at. The bread was amazing and if I had been there with Steve, I would have made him request a doggie bag that would have been full of just bread. But seeing as how this was my first vacation with Steve's family, I was trying to make them believe that I have good manners and I don't always think with my stomach (both of which are lies).

Merry Christmas 2014!

Here is a video of Christmas at the Hardy's including footage of Sally dog.