Leave them alone on the farm and...

Just when you thought that you were done reading about 3 urban gals (well, suburban gals) gallivanting in the country. I bring you this. The lost footage has been found.*

Without further ado, Sarah's "Kenny Chesney" photo shoot:

*Thank you Emily for secretly uploading these photos to my computer.

Back to our roots...

And I don't mean the ones that I get touched up every few months. I know that everyone thinks that I am from Florida. But SURPRISE- I'm not! I was actually born in Illinois and lived in the country for 6 whole years before relocating to Tampa. In the summer, we like to go visit family and take the country by storm... (they really can only handle us in small doses)

So, as we drove two hours south of Chicago back to the homeland we were in need of some car entertainment. As crafty individuals, my sisters snagged some scotch tape and made artsy faux 'staches. They stored them on the back of the car seats, as seen here:

They even let me try one on for size. This is my "serious" face. (One that people don't see too often.) Somehow the photo of Emily with a uni brow has disappeared. Hmmm....

Once we arrived at the farmhouse, the Greene girls ditched the rental Avalon and got a new ride:

Emily appointed herself our designated driver. Here was our reaction:

Please ignore my forehead creases. Extended time with family increases the appearance of aging.

If the thought of Emily driving that massive truck didn't scare you, this most definitely will:

Sarah and Emily practiced for hitting Bambi. I prepared for burglars.

Yes. You should think twice before breaking into our house. (This would be even more effective if I owned a gun.)We do however own a drill gun and you should have seen how fast those guys moved when they saw Sarah do this:

That corn didn't stand a chance with us.

No trip to Illinois is complete without hanging with these two rock stars. Don't worry Grandpa, we haven't told anyone that you bumped the curb with your fender. (whoops.)

If that didn't give you warm fuzzies. This will. There is a whole field of them at our farmhouse. Jealous? I thought so.

Didn't see Oprah or Vince Vaughn giving a tour...

In an attempt to pack light, I left my laptop in Atlanta. Bad idea. I had to go old school and keep notes with pen/paper to document my Adventure in Air Travel. Did you know that Delta can cancel your flight for no reason- even once you are at the airport? Well, they can. And a sufficient customer service response is "Yea. It's cancelled." Followed by a blank stare. So, I grabbed that little black Delta phone in the middle of Hartsfield-Jackson and quickly got rebooked on a flight to Chicago (which was better than my original cancelled flight) and walked away wondering if Delta execs were aware that 98% of their employees appear to hate their jobs/lives.

So, I ended up arriving in Chicago earlier than my family had planned to pick me up and got in some good airport people watching. I was distracted from the mother who was letting her children play on baggage carousel by the full on family argument over whether grandpa should use the wheelchair or walk. But they were all trumped by the lady wearing a low cut bright yellow top exposing her black bra. Oh and she was wearing a chenille blanket as a skirt. (Of course, someone has probably written about me in their blog- because I was the one painting my finger nails at baggage claim. C'mon- I had time to kill!)

Once the family was all united, we headed out to play in Chicago. Yes, my mom has a map where she has highlighted her favorite things over YEARS of trips to the windy city. (Hard to see is where she has written "pizza" and "burgers" in Lake Michigan and drawn lines to their locations.)

Since the Greene's are always hungry, we had lunch on the river. And yes, my dad had a "burger". (Gotta love when the map comes in handy.)
After walking for days along the Magnificent Mile and changing shoes, the Greene girls decided to have an artistic adventure in Millennium Park. Cue photo shoot:

Here we are at the bean , wanting to be in a Plain White T's video. But we were like 7 months too late. (FYI-those photos don't turn out well at night.)

No trip is complete with out a summer fling, so I found a new boyfriend at a bus stop.

And Emily found an opportunity to tell her favorite pick-up line. "If you were a pirate, would you put your parrot on this shoulder...or thiiiiisss shoulder (cue suave arm slide)"

Day Two involved a trip to the Museum of Contemporary Art. Where in this exhibit, my dad exclaims a bit too loud loudly..."This is art? It looks like a broken water main to me!" (We quickly moved him to the next exhibit. Where he was asked to leave because he answered his phone.) The bathrooms were quite fun. (And you know I love a good Ladies Room!) For Jeffrey, Brian, and Sam: Regular faucet. Meghan faucet.Not photographed... but super cute and a highlight for my sister was Sarah's Candies. And my dad really enjoyed the drive across the city during rush hour, so that she could get a t-shirt. :)

Enough about the big city... I know that you all can't wait to hear about life on the farm...

Atlanta: Take 1

As promised here is part 1:

This time two weeks ago, I bounced out of Tallahassee and headed north to the city of Real Housewives, Usher, T.I., Katherine Hiegl and Ryan Seacrest. A sweet friend offered to join me for the road trip as we were both heading up for Blair and Holly's wedding. He volunteered to keep me company, but refused to read US Weekly to me out loud. Since everyone knows what a road trip looks like... let's fast forward...cue weekend in Atlanta:

I learned that when Reagan asked if I wanted to see "Friday Night Sprints" at the Velodrome, she wasn't referring to an indie band. The cycling entertainment for the evening was really fun. I even caught eyes with a professional cyclist. The kind that drives a BMW X3 with a sponsorship logo paint job. It was my teal skull scarf that he couldn't resist. I could tell. We didn't get to talk, but only because he was too busy riding a bicycle.

On to the main weekend event...

Two of my favorite people ever got married! Blair and Holly's wedding was beautiful. It was so much fun to see everyone. And by everyone I mean the craziest crew of FSU tailgaters. It was 100% FSU and I loved it! (Best comment of the night..."There a lot of men here who played team sports.")

And to burn off Saturday wedding and Sunday brunch calories, Reagan and I went for a little bike ride on the Silver Comet Trail. While the intentions were there, this little excursion involved a planning FAIL. But we were determined to get a ride in...even if we forgot a wrench to lower one of the bike seats...and even if I forgot my shoes and had to bike in Havaianas. (So much for safety first!) We were determined to get at least 14 miles in... and that we did! (I will leave the grumbling about the sore cooter to a minimum, let's just say it had been a while since I was on a bike.)

In summary, Atlanta (part 1) = fun.