Home Is Where The Food Is

It had been 4 years since I've been back to Pineville, Louisiana...my home town, the place I grew up. I still have a brother living there...he's actually across the river in Alexandria...and we went there to visit and to EAT, more so to eat. 60 lbs of crawfish, burgers, hot dogs, chicken wings...and that was just for lunch! The kids went fishing, played soccer, played on the playground and had lots of fun.

Scott didn't go because he had to "work" so I was left to fend for myself with 2 kids for 6 hours in a car, both ways, through snow and uphill. Wesley, being the angel, was great. Laina, being the anti-angel, was restless and agitated and was not happy toward the end of the trip. It didn't help that we almost ran out of gas and my car battery died. Darn unreliable Lexus! OK, it was partly my fault but I refuse to take the blame for it.

All in all, it was a good trip. We got to see the house we grew up in, the church we walked to every week, and the high school where we found ways to play hooky. I didn't get any pictures since I forgot to bring my camera but trust me, it happened. One observation I have about the trip...not a whole lot has changed since I left 13 years ago. My little country town is still a little country town, which is so different from the fast paced metropolis where we now live. And yes, the mental hospital is still there...at least I think it is, not sure what happened to it after I left.



Wesley playing soccer with cousins, Maddie and Jacob.



Laina fishing.

Wesley fishing.

Uncle Steve and Hung tackling the tackle box.

Anna, Justine and Shelia.

Shelia and son, Nicholas.