Don't Say I Didn't Invite You

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 Its a funny thing. I'm discovering that whenever you make a big change in your life (like marrying and relocating, for example) it seems like there is this never-ending role changing that goes on for the next couple months. You find yourself in situations that you've never been in before - some of them fun and others not so much. 

This past weekend was a fun one, though. My parents came down for the weekend, to see us and check out the place. Hosting my mom and dad - now that was definitely a first. I'm the baby of the family and I have done very little hosting period. So it goes without saying that I was a little nervous about this. It was a lovely time, however. I tried to impress them with my newly acquired cooking skills, we climbed lighthouses, and me and Vince taught them a new game. They loved it and thought it felt a little like Florida here. (It doesn't, but its fun to pretend).
 
 

                  (Making domino trails was not the new game, but it was certainly entertaining.)

 
                                                                           


And I'm just throwing this out there... but I think I really like this hosting thing. So if winter is boring you, and you get the desire to taste my cooking, or climb a lighthouse, or learn a new game, or pretend your in Florida..... well, come on down.

(Important clarifications: we will have to put you in a hotel if you're more then 2 people. And there is way more to see here then just lighthouses. Trust me.)

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