me and grandpa

a couple pictures from my recent trip to "the motherland" as andy calls it.

Indiana, that would be.

mom and i spent an afternoon hanging out with grandpa and helping him put together this ridiculously difficult puzzle.

being ornery and giving folks you love a hard time runs in the family. no question really where i inherited that from.

i remember when i was maybe 5 or 6, my grandpa had dentures. he thought it would be funny to pop his teeth out at me. it scared the crap out of me. he was laughing, i was crying. i remember running and hiding in the shed where the riding mower was stored. i think my mom came and got me; and grandpa apologized, probably calling me honey.