After 21 months...

The O'Hare airport with my dad. I was very, very smelly and felt bad that I had to get into his new car so stinky.







This is my friend Gayle who is a missionary in Ndu, Cameroon. Yes... we happened to run into each other at Abba: the Music.

















Rare parents moment at Katie's wedding.





















This was just before the rehersal dinner. See... I'm clean.
















Fabulous shoes. Very white legs. People commented on it.


















Oopps... heres a couple of Katie photos. Elle est jolie, non?



















Katie and Jarrett. Lots of champagne was in the limo.















My brother Chase and I dance the night away... or day away, I guess.

















Pretty hair... goofy drink. I had three of them.









Can't a girl get a break?

Finally. I flew in to the US on the 26th to a red-eyed mother (I told her not to cry or I would have a panic attack. She managed to control herself... somewhat). We got into my dads shiny new Jeep and I began to play with gadgets and forgot completely where I had just come from. Except for my odor, which was more african and less america.

Anyway, I had a wedding to attend... that of my middle school friend Katie Phinney (now Katie Hunt) and her now husband Jarrett. So, I got some clean clothes and an eyebrow wax.... and a shower and a hair cut and color (I put some red in there... my mother says it looks unwholesome)... and I ate some crab rangoons just as soon as the ciprofloxin kicked in....... and headed to one of the Carolina's on an aeroplane just in time for the bridesmaid luncheon.

I have not a picture of her, but Katie was a lovely bride. I got to wear some really pretty red shoes at the rehersal and some shiny ones for the wedding and my feet stayed clean the whole time. They got married in a lovely ceremony and that was that... then we drank and ate the night away (and I ended up speaking some kind of french to a senegalese taxi driver that took my brother and i back to our hotel from the 80's bar at 3am).

After that, I got to go hang out with the family dog (who hates me... he is 77) at the most beautiful lake in the world where my parents have a new little cottage. We has pizza and ribs and hamburgers and I got to wear shorts and get a slight tan (which unfortunately caused my shin-fungus to flare up... what???). Also got to sit by another lake in the middle of the state of Michigan and drink beer in cans and watch my cousin's 2-year-old swing tiny titanium golf clubs about.

Now in Chicago, I fly out on Tuesday.... back to culture my fungus. We had Chinese food tonight...... Chimichungas have been saved for last. This is such a fun place, I think I will come back in a few months.