Finally getting around to sifting thru photos from the weekend. Overall summation, vacation with a child no longer becomes vacation. Don't get me wrong, we enjoyed ourselves greatly, but we came back much more tired than when we had left. The stories are true. On with it...
Our first stop came along the way, about 90 minutes from our final destination in the now abhorred Cleveland (details to come). A small break from driving was all we were looking for, and a minor national treasure to say the least. Nestled tightly in the ghetto of the suburbs lies the home and final resting place of the Parker family, stars of beloved film, A Christmas Story.
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand...
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
Oh, look at that! Will you look at that? Isn't that glorious? It's... it's... it's indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
the refinished house, plus Laura & child.
The original shed stands untouched in the backyard where the battle with Black Bart took place. I felt the ghosts.
We reenacted some scenes from the infamous exchange. Parents one, kids, zip.
Ralphie grew rhubarb.
Yuula grabs a free souvenir.
From the Christmas Story Museum.
The snap of a few sparks, a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory.
That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
The headgear really made the movie.
Oh! The theme I've been waiting for all my life. Listen to this sentence: "A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time". Poetry. Sheer poetry, Ralph! An A+!
Yuula is jealous of Ralphie's wardrobe.
Actual toys from Higbee's.
The only letdown was no access to the furnace in the basement. I wanted to yell "mundane noodle!" while I hit it with a wrench.
Did you know they made a sequel to this film called My Summer Story? It stars Charles Grodin and Mary Steenburgen. I think it's only available on VHS soooooooo, yeah.
Our first stop came along the way, about 90 minutes from our final destination in the now abhorred Cleveland (details to come). A small break from driving was all we were looking for, and a minor national treasure to say the least. Nestled tightly in the ghetto of the suburbs lies the home and final resting place of the Parker family, stars of beloved film, A Christmas Story.
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand...
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
Oh, look at that! Will you look at that? Isn't that glorious? It's... it's... it's indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
the refinished house, plus Laura & child.
The original shed stands untouched in the backyard where the battle with Black Bart took place. I felt the ghosts.
We reenacted some scenes from the infamous exchange. Parents one, kids, zip.
Ralphie grew rhubarb.
Yuula grabs a free souvenir.
From the Christmas Story Museum.
The snap of a few sparks, a quick whiff of ozone, and the lamp blazed forth in unparalleled glory.
That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
The headgear really made the movie.
Oh! The theme I've been waiting for all my life. Listen to this sentence: "A Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time". Poetry. Sheer poetry, Ralph! An A+!
Yuula is jealous of Ralphie's wardrobe.
Actual toys from Higbee's.
The only letdown was no access to the furnace in the basement. I wanted to yell "mundane noodle!" while I hit it with a wrench.
Did you know they made a sequel to this film called My Summer Story? It stars Charles Grodin and Mary Steenburgen. I think it's only available on VHS soooooooo, yeah.
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