Shannon,It is great to read and see all about where you are. Mama Sara, wow! Thank you so much for the shawl and necklace. They are beautiful! I did not know we were encouraging your parents to take vacations, but we always enjoy our time with them.Take care of yourself, and I will be checking on you in the future.Joan and Bill McGeean
Hey Shannon, thanks for the *nudge*! I read your blog from time to time and appreciate the fine writing, thoughtfulness, and adventures! Reading about you flying over Africa in a little tiny plane reminds me what I was doing (just that, actually) just a few months ago and how much I miss it. Soak it all up and keep on bloggin'H
Shannon, This flying in teeny airplanes over Africa? It is giving your mother (and myself) agita. Beautiful views, but pass the dramamine.
Except for the hyacinth, Kisumu looks different from the sky. It's beautiful. By the way I see someone in the blog photos who resembles an actor-whose sarcasm and 'here and now'mentality I enjoy: Theodore Teabug Bagwell.
richie valens and the big bopper are looking down and being like "girl, don't tempt the fates."But hey, the view is apparently amazing.
HI everybody! Thanks for all of the comments. Mrs. McGeean: My Dad started talking about coming to Africa (something he once vowed to never do) because, "Bill and Joan were talking about South Africa. We're thinking about it." Mom always talks about how fun the golf trips are. So happy you like the gifts! Hi Heather. Thanks for the kind words! I really wish you were in Uganda and I could come visit. Alas... you're onto a career where you'll save millions of people, maybe one at a time. ;-) Hope UW is treating you well. Anonymous with my mom, I'm looking for a place where they sell little shots of vodka for my next trip. You kinda feel like a butterfly in a typhoon in those things. But it's exciting. Elvis, it IS beautiful from the sky. I was amazed too! And the mountains and Uganda in the distance. It's really breathtaking.Colin, dude. I love yer blog. If I go down, please write me a song.
some how when i flew in a tiny plane with your dad and a bunch of chickens (in cages) i wasn't as concerned as i am now looking back on it. I think it was due to being distracted watching your dad deal with the fowl:)
and by "deal with" you mean "freak out about" ...
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