Sunday, September 14, 2014

New Guy Has People

New Guy has people. Not just people. His people. 

Let me backtrack. 

New Guy was raised in Texas. His grandparents passed long ago and family for him was limited to his parents and one brother. He would not have recognized extended family if he ran into them on the street. Or as I am fond of saying when I'm being snarky, if he had dated them in college. 

Which he didn't. If he had, it wouldn't be as funny. 

So his people have a family reunion in Milwaukee and I, being the pushy wife that I am, insisted that we go. 

It. Was. Magical. I might have teared up while snapping this photo. 
New Guy's own version of "Nana" - His great aunt
New Guy was not recognized by anyone - they hadn't seen photos of him since he was a small child. Once he explained his lineage from great grandfather down, he became the bell of ball. He was surrounded by his people. And they were so kind and so like him. They were engineers. They were welcoming. They were the family I knew he must have, because he is so amazing.
Just a few of the folks from New Guy's branch of the family tree

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Apple Holler

On a recent trip to Wisconsin for New Guy's family reunion, we drove past Apple Holler. There were so many cars and signs letting us know that as Texans in Wisconsin, we were about to experience a quintessential early fall activity - surely this was going to be mind blowing apple picking and good time family fun. 

Nope. 

It must have rained recently - again something those of us in Texas are not wildly familiar with. There were large mud puddles throughout the entrance and parking area. The goats that you can feed were in a pit of rank mud laden with goat waste. 

I get it. Goats totally use the bathroom, but wow. 

Too much. 

But mostly, my issue is - you have to pay $30 for 2 people to pick 10-12lbs of apples. Let me help the non-apple picking folks out there. That's around 30 apples. So, we didn't even go back to see the orchard because two people in the area for 48 hours before catching a flight home have no business carting around 30 apples. 

I wish Apple Holler had a wagon ride/tour option where you could just pick a couple apples and be one your way.  Seriously, I didn't even get to bust out the travel tripod. And everyone knows I love that thing.

Bummer.