1. I am absolutely the WORST selfie-taker on the planet.
When Dyanne was about to leave her house, she took a cute photo of herself buckled into her car and sent it to me. When I was leaving my house 20 minutes later, I did the same.
Minus the cute.
I even counted to three before I took it.
A pity the selfie-taking couldn't end there...
Dyanne is a pro at selfies and takes bunches of them. Unfortunately, she kept including me.
While she poses, confident in her gorgeous selfie ability, I sit there resembling Long Duk Dong after his first teenage drinking party. For the love of all, I could be tried and convicted of public intoxication by that photo alone.
Seriously, not once the entire weekend did I look AT the camera.
Only one solution for such selfie ineptness...
No, not strangle the selfie-taker! Wear sunglasses!
2. There are many, many creepy places around the northwest side of St. Louis, made creepier by the fact we were always the sole visitors to the locations.
Everywhere we went, my first thought was "How pretty!" but that thought was quickly followed by "This would be a great setting for a horror movie!"
We were constantly on the lookout for dead bodies.
It started out as a lovely walk on a curving path through native Illinois plant life. It ended on the top of a hill overlooking the dam and lock on the Mississippi River.
But when I took that photo, this was behind me...
Pretty sure there were mole people living underneath our feet.
How about another example...
The signs led us to believe we'd be seeing some turtles and other wildlife if we just took the short little walk down the path.
But then the path looked like this...
and the view looked like this...
All around, as far as we could see. No water. No turtles. Just this vine covering EVERYTHING. And it was silent. Not even bird sounds.
Creepy to the nth degree.
I was afraid if we stood there much longer, the vines would overtake us and we'd be trapped forever.
But! That wasn't as creepy as the nuclear waste dump.
OK, we probably could have expected this one to be creepy, but seriously, when you see that on the list of things to do in or around St. Charles, MO, how can you not go take a look??
Once again, they tried to make it look pretty...
but that is one GIGANTIC pile of rocks behind the flower.
The museum at the bottom of the hill claims that there is less radiation on the top of the hill than there is in our own backyards, but I don't know if I buy it.
But still not as creepy as this last one...
We struck up a conversation with the park ranger lady at the museum and she said, "If you like to visit odd things, you need to go down the road and have a look at the bunkers!"
Yup. That nuclear waste dump used to be the site of the world's largest explosive plant, and they needed safe places to store all of that TNT. Hidden bunkers. Dozens of them scattered around a nature preserve.
Of course we had to go see them for ourselves!
We found lots of them. One was actually open, so we parked the car on the side of the road and had a look-see.
Well, I had a look-see. Scaredy cat Dyanne stayed back and took a photo (which she put on her post).
Unfortunately, when I stuck my head in, there were noises coming from the inside. I wasn't about to stick around long enough to find out what was making them. So, no photo of the inside.
3. When given the chance, I will eat my weight in desserts.
And by given the chance, I mean any time without my kids. I hate being a bad example when they're standing right there watching me.
But I outdid myself this time.
Gigantic ice cream cones after our Saturday creepy adventures? Sure!
Use Dyanne's casino winnings ($12!) to have pie at almost midnight? Count me in!
After lunch dessert? Of course! We're kind of full, shall we split one? Heck NO!
Really, if you were there, no way you could have resisted. They had creme brulee cheesecake for Pete's sake!
No exaggeration, I gained 5 pounds in those two days.
It's all the fault of the restaurantuers. If you ever go to St. Louis, have we got some recommendations for you!
4. Surprisingly, I really do know people everywhere I go.
The kids claim that it's true, mostly because every time we leave the house I run into someone I know, and I usually stop and chat for a while and the kids hate that.
I just chalk it up to me knowing a lot of people and the south side of Indy being a relatively small place.
After pie at the casino, as we were standing up to leave, I heard, "CHRISTINE!" I instinctively turned around and there, walking towards us, was a woman from our old neighborhood. She has a son the same age as Buttercup, and back in the day, we hung out all the time. I hadn't seen her in years.
So of course I had to stop and chat.
Dyanne took it way better than my kids do.
To those of you waiting patiently for a new post *cough* Kris's mom *cough* or not so impatiently (Dad, you can stop texting me the number of days since my last post now!), I'm sorry it took so long.
See you on the weekend!
Have a lovely day!