A week after my Virginia State victory, I reluctantly told my mother, brother Darrel, and his wife (Wendi) they could drive out and visit me for a week. I wasn't up to it emotionally...but it wasn't too bad. I met them at Wendy's on Sunday, September 9th and showed my gold medal to them. Mom told me her doctor didn't allow her to eat chocolate, but she never listens to him, and by the time I said,"But Mom, it's not..." she had a gold chip on her tooth. She LOVES chocolate. I had to pull the medal from her by horse.
On September 11, we played Putt-Putt Golf. I didn't take any photos so most of these are of my mother and I (my brother shot them). We all did poorly that day, although I sucked the least and won the game (first time ever), beating my mother, toppling the Queen of Putt-Putt by a stroke. She's a pretty decent gopher.
I know my younger sister, Brenda, feels left out on these trips, being stuck at home with her new baby, Aaron, screaming and crapping all over her, so I tried to include her in the photos, even if she wasn't really there. See if you can find her. And just to be sure I felt her pain, I had Wendi throw up on me (she jumped up and down and screamed,"Me! Me! Me!" when I asked for a volunteer), and I wore the same pants for three days without using a restroom. We couldn't find a bonnet in my size. Here's day one: