A weekend of cars in the land of horses and buggies

Sophie had her first "vacation" last week, and it was quite the experience. Every year, my family travels to the National Chrysler Products Club National Meet. I'm now the club chair. Dad is treasurer, Journal editor, and a lot of other things (Basically, he's Mr. NCPC). I introduced Joe to the fun in 2010 when we went to Sugarcreek, Ohio, and suckered... er, sweetly coerced... him into writing the National Meet recap and other stories for the Journal. Hey, I wrote 'em for years. People are sick of my blatherings. Besides, he's a better writer than I am. (Don't believe me? Check out his blog.)

Anyway, the Sunday before, we attended an anniversary celebration in Harrisburg. Since Joe had to go to work that day, Sophie and I went back to Chambersburg with my parents for the three days before we headed to Bird-in-Hand, Pa., for this year's National Meet.

As you may well guess, or know, traveling with an infant is an adventure unto itself. Petey was loaded down with a very large suitcase that held all of my clothes (and some of Sophie's) for the week, two diaper bags (one acting as another suitcase for Sophie, because you can never have too many clothes for an almost three-month-old), another bag full of "linens" (burp cloths, receiving blankets, etc.... things that, again, you can never have too many of), another bag of "extras" (like the baby sling, toys, etc.), her kick and play gym, her pack and play, and the stroller. And this was to go to my parents' house, where Mom stocks Dreft (which, despite all of the things I packed, came in handy), diapers, bathtime necessities, and the travel tub. I'm not sure all that stuff will fit in Petey if we go anywhere else. Dad's Durango was jammed full on the way to Bird-in-Hand.

Sophie's a mixed bag when it comes to traveling. She slept most of the way to Harrisburg, and apparently was pretty good on the way from Chambersburg to Bird-in-Hand (I rode in the Crossfire convertible with Andrea). But there's something about the reverse trip back to NEPA that usually has her fussing. Hmm....

The NCPC National Meet is a good, albeit busy, time. Being on the club board of directors means some extra responsibilities, but on the flip side, there are gorgeous cars to see and good friends to catch up with. Everyone was very excited to see Sophie for the first time.

It's also more than just a car show. People arrive a few days early and take part in driving tours. Friday, Dad, Joe and I did that, checking out the Ressler Family Home and Mascot Roller Mill with several other members. The home was left to a foundation by a brother and sister, last of their line, from the milling family. It is really a step back in time, as everything was left just as the siblings left it when they went to the nursing home in 1977 -- and really, it's not too far off from the 1800s, when it was built. Their father, apparently, was not into modern conveniences. Next door is the grist mill, also very well-preserved.

We then went to a member's home to see his private collection. When you say that he likes 1956 automobiles, you aren't kidding. He has one of almost every make and model from that year! They are in absolutely beautiful condition as well. Three of them were previous NCPC Best of Show winners, and a fourth won during Saturday's show. He's done most of the work himself. Seriously, these cars are gorgeous, probably better than the day they rolled off the showroom floor.

Friday evening brought about our traditional board meeting, general meeting and fun auction. Emphasis on the "fun" - you get your random assortment of old car parts, stacks of paperbacks, and the occasional odd item like a charcoal portrait of Gary Coleman. But it's not just goofy items - this year, we had an autographed first edition novel from a new member, some lovely hand-knit items, and a weekend getaway to the Poconos! Our auctioneer and his assistant kept things lively as well. We also kicked off a Chinese auction, a new addition this year. There were nine great gift baskets made up and chances were sold til the banquet Saturday. I didn't win, but my mom did. Jealous!

Saturday morning was showtime! I also serve as the event photographer, capturing each car as it enters the showfield, for our National Meet Journal issue. This is admittedly a bit stressful, as I have to make sure I catch every one and that their information is in order. This is why I have my "lovely assistant" Andrea, who takes their info slips before they get to me, and my "handsome assistant" Joe, who parks them correctly so all photos are (relatively) uniform. However, I get to see everyone as they come in! There were some really gorgeous cars this year, new and old. We have members with cars from the 1920s all the way through modern Challengers. It really is a great variety and this year was no exception. I think pretty much every decade was represented.

Later in the day, after the show, Joe and I took Sophie for her first swim in the hotel pool! I was inordinately excited about this. I taught swimming lessons as a teenager, and I think it's important to get kids comfortable around the water at a young age. I really wanted to take her to the outdoor pool, which had an incline entrance, but it was blazing out there. The indoor pool had steps, so I could stand her on the top one. And then I carried her around and paddled her feet. She seemed to like it!

That evening was the annual awards banquet. It's a banquet, nothing out of the ordinary, but time for good food and good friends. And trophies. :-) I also had the pleasure of recognizing the former NCPC chairwoman, who was in attendance. When I was 13 and went to my first NCPC National Meet, she was the chair, and I thought it was the coolest thing that a woman was chair of a car club. No girls I knew at the time were into cars. She was something of my inspiration, because here I am today, chair of the NCPC myself. I wonder if I will serve as similar inspiration to any young ladies in the club...

On Sunday, we traveled to nearby Lebanon to visit my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Bob, who invited the rest of the Botchie clan there as well to meet Sophie! It was a fun afternoon. We used to all get together for almost every holiday, but now that we "kids" are grown up and have families of our own and have scattered about, we don't get to see each other as much. Several of my cousins were there too, and it was great to catch up. Facebook pictures just aren't the same. :-)

So how did Sophie fare with all the travel? Not too badly, I'd say. It helped to have Mom, Dad and Andrea around for extra help. (Side note: Grandpa has the magic mojo to settle Sophie.) She slept 10 hours solid in her pack and play at Mom and Dad's and eight hours the first night in the hotel, which is doubly amazing because she's been going through a phase where she likes to be held to sleep. She wasn't too fussy at Friday night's events but we did have to roll her around in the stroller during the banquet on Saturday. She did like shopping, though. :-) The car rides weren't too bad, with a minor exception on the last leg home. We'd been talking about flying to Florida later this fall to visit my family there, but now I'm not so sure. Moreso because of the amount of stuff we'd have to take. We could roadtrip, but even so, we don't have enough room in the car and I don't know how she'd hold up for 20 hours.

All in all, a good week. I wish it had been longer!

New mommy lessons, part 2

Remember how I said baby brain is real? Yup. I forgot some of the lessons I wanted to include in my last post. So, here's the addendum:

1. Baby brain is real. Oh wait, I said that.
2. Spit-up becomes an accessory. Or it might as well be. It will decorate your clothes. And you will change your shirt a few times a day, prompting...
3. Laundry becomes a daily chore. Either the baby's or yours. Trust me, you don't want to leave baby laundry sitting around too long. You will also have to squeeze loads of laundry in between feedings, burpings, changings, etc., so you'll start to think to heck with it and you'll do small loads at a time just to get the stuff clean. Sorry, environmentalists.
4. Sleep when she sleeps is a myth. Sophie's asleep right now. She's been asleep since about 5. I held her for the first hour, since she was a little fussy, and since then I've made food, started laundry (see above), caught up on email and written this blog post. Your baby will likely sleep at hours when, despite your own lack of sleep, you're just not tired. You're better off taking advantage of the chance to get chores done. Or else your house will be in worse shambles than it likely already is. And you may find yourself doing said chores at 11 p.m.
5. Some days, you just won't get anything done. This is OK. Sophie has had her good days and bad days. On the bad days (post-Mom's visit), she pretty much occupied all my time. At first, I felt guilty or like I was failing the mommy test. Then I just said to heck with it. I get it done when I get it done. (Not to say I don't get a bit frantic if I'm about to get company, though.)
6. "This time goes fast" isn't a joke. Sophie's already going to be a month old tomorrow. She's grown and she's developing a little personality. Yes, everyone says to enjoy this time because it goes fast, but they aren't kidding. Sometimes, I just stop and stare into her eyes and marvel over her, because she won't be this little forever.

New mommy lessons

Our little girl, Sophie Marie, arrived on April 22! (Yes, that's four weeks ago to the day!) Since we didn't know her gender ahead of time, we were a bit surprised! (Everyone thought I was having a boy.) She's named after my Great-Grandma (GG) Lombardi and both of Joe's grandmothers.

The induction went... OK. I was in labor for 22 hours and pushed for almost four - was thisclose to a c-section. You really don't remember the pain afterwards, at least I don't. I do remember the fatigue, though. But it was all totally worth it, because Sophie is beautiful and amazing.

So I've had this blog post in my head for about two weeks now, but no time to write it. Joe's walking Sophie around, trying to get her to drop off, so I'm taking the opportunity to try to write it. It's my list of new mommy lessons I've learned in these four weeks.

1. Computer time will be minimal. Well, til you figure out how to prop your netbook up on your Boppy and type one-handed. Oh, and don't expect to read the newspaper every day either.
2. Burp cloths become household decor. You'll leave them draped over every piece of furniture in the house.
3. Corrollary to No. 2: Pretty much anything baby-related becomes household decor. My living room currently has added the pack 'n play, swing, car seat, bouncy chair, and kick and play mat as part of the ambience. Sophie's hats are scattered hither and yon like the aforementioned burp cloths.
4. If your mother can/is willing to stay with you and help with the baby, TAKE HER UP ON THIS. My mom managed a three-week stay. I can't tell you how grateful I am for her help. Two days after she left, my house was in shambles. Just having an extra set of hands while Joe was at work, or before company, was great. I also came home with swollen feet and ankles (which I did not have during pregnancy), plus I had an episiotomy. Aside from the usual need for a woman who's just given birth to take it easy, I needed to just a bit more. Another reason Mom was a godsend.
5. Believe it or not, you will quickly adjust to lack of sleep. I like my sleep. I don't like to wake up. I usually took my sweet time rolling out of bed. But somehow, once you hear that baby crying, you will jump to attention. I can't say I'm not sometimes groggy (I stumbled a bit the other night as I got out of bed), but I can actually go from asleep to awake pretty darn fast now.
6. You may have some weird fears at first. They'll go away. The first two nights we had Sophie home, I could NOT go to sleep if I were the only one still up. I just couldn't bear the thought of no one being awake to watch Sophie. I tried to sleep on the couch next to the pack 'n play, but at the slightest rustle my head would pop up like a prairie dog. My mom, God bless her, would relieve me and stay up with Sophie so I'd get some sleep. This did go away after about the third night, when we put her in the crib and I took the monitor into my room for the first time. At first, I jumped at every little sound, but exhaustion set in and I fell asleep. And then when she cried for real, it woke me up and I took care of her. After that, I was fine.
7. Trust your instincts. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone will offer advice. There are classes, books, websites, you name it. If it doesn't sound right, you DON'T have to listen. Like my husband, the journalist, says, "If your mother says she loves you, get another source." Double-check anything that doesn't sound right.
8. Accept the hormones.   I thought I cried over silly things when I was pregnant. It got worse after I gave birth. One day I burst into tears because the balloons my family brought me were starting to deflate and I hadn't gotten a picture of Sophie with them. Don't worry, this too shall pass.
9. Baby brain is real. Like I said, I've been trying to write this post for two weeks. I've probably forgotten half of what I wanted to put in it. I forget a lot of things now. Fortunately, I have not yet burned down the house. *crossing fingers*
10. Who cares if it's gas? That smile will melt your heart. As will anything and everything about your baby. Sophie's adorable all the time, but sometimes I'll see her asleep and it takes my breath away all over again.

The final (?) countdown

I'm a bit of a mess.

I had a blog post rolling around in my head last week about "coming down the home stretch," i.e. approaching my due date (which is this coming Sunday, April 21). I got caught up in finishing one last freelancing project and other things, and never got to write it.

Then Monday came along, and after the bombings at the Boston Marathon, "coming down the home stretch" didn't seem appropriate. (I know that's a horse racing term, but still.)

I never wrote about Newtown. I won't really write about Boston. Both of those events made me wonder what kind of world I'm bringing BabyD into. But I am trying to focus more on the positive - the people who helped, the stories of courage. I have to, for my own peace of mind and so that I can imbue BabyD with confidence and optimism.

Today, I'm a bit of a mess for other reasons.

I had my weekly checkup. I am at 39 weeks and two days, and there's been no "action" - no contractions, nothing. The doctor did tell me I've dropped some, and I'm dilated a wee bit (probably about .5 cm).

And then she hit me with, "we're going to schedule an induction for Sunday night."

Remember how my blood pressure was up about halfway through the pregnancy? Well, it had settled down for awhile, but over the last few weeks it started to yo-yo. The lower number crept up, then back down. Today, the upper number was up but the lower number was fine. But this yo-yoing is enough of a concern that the doctor wanted to schedule the induction. Without the BP problems, she said, we'd wait for 41 weeks, but because of it, she felt better scheduling the induction rather than taking the chance of the BP spiking or anything like that.

Hence my mess. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now. There's a part of me that's like, OK, now I know when BabyD's going to arrive (assuming s/he doesn't up and arrive before induction... which, you know, as persnickety as his/her mother is, s/he may be as well, so it is a possibility. :-) ). But then there's part of me that's disappointed that we don't get to experience the whole "hey honey, it's time!" And there's part of me that's freaked out by induction - is this going to up my chances of a c-section? Is this going to hurt worse? (I suck at pain, I admit it. Joe already knows I am not too proud to ask for drugs during labor.) Is this all going to be OK for BabyD? Oh, and am I ready for all of this?

As I said to Joe when we left the doctor's office - come hell or high water, by this time next week, BabyD will be here!

It's always snowy in NEPA

I went to visit my parents in southcentral Pa. earlier this week, and on both ends of the trip down I-81, I hit snow in Schuylkill County. This prompted me to post on Facebook, "It's always snowy in Schuylkill County."

Well, I'm not sure if Schulykill County exactly falls under the NEPA umbrella (I know it's coal country, at least), but I've discovered something this winter: It's always snowy in NEPA.

Last winter was, thankfully, mild. I say thankfully because we hadn't sold our house in the 'grove yet and Joe was semi-commuting (he did have an apartment by that point, thank goodness, but he came home on his days off). For all the time both of us spent driving back and forth, we lucked out on the snow front.

This winter, our first as full-fledged NEPA residents, has been much different.

Now, I like snow. "Of course you do," you say. "You work from home. You don't have to drive in it." Well, sure. I also liked it during my brief stint in Northern Va. when my company followed the federal government and everything closed for two flakes. :-) But I digress.

We've had a few actual snowstorms - three, four, six, seven inches. Big deal, right? Here's why I say it's always snowy in NEPA: I'd venture a guess that in the past two months, almost every day, we see flurries.

The sun can be shining, or at least peeping through clouds, and the flakes are flying. Almost every day's forecast calls for "some snow showers."

It's really not so bad. Most of the time, it doesn't even stick to the roads, or even the grass, and is just pretty. If it does stick, it melts quickly. As I said to Joe the other day, "It's like living in a snowglobe."

And then there's days like this morning where you do wake up to an unexpected covering of snow. As in, ground is white, driveway is covered. But by the time we left for Mass, it had melted enough that Joe didn't need to shovel the driveway. (Side note: This is how light most of these snowfalls are - my pregnant self could handle shoveling one the other night. It covered the parking pad, and I wanted to be nice, so I went out and shoveled before Joe came home. More like I pushed. It was that fluffy.)

Yet, the New England blizzard barely skimmed us and the BIG SNOWSTORM predicted for this week is currently on track to stay well south of us.

Bet we get flurries, though.

NEPA teams make national scene

Updated: 7:30 p.m., Jan. 23, 2013

Although college cheerleading's big-name teams -- Kentucky, Alabama, UCF -- are mostly in the south, a group of NEPA squads is quietly making waves on the national scene.

Misericordia University, Kutztown University, the University of Scranton and Keystone College all sent teams to Universal Cheerleaders Association's college national championships last weekend. Misericordia placed fourth in the all-girl open division and Kutztown also took fourth in all-girl division 1.

Scranton's cheer team, also competing in all-girl open, finished in the top 10, as did its dance team, also in its respective open division. Keystone placed in the top 10 in small coed division 2.

Misericordia freshman Alyssa Auer and Kutztown senior Talia Russell shared their experiences at nationals.

"Sharing a moment like finding out we made it to finals is indescribable," Auer said. "We were all so excited and absolutely thrilled that our hard work paid off to meet the goal we set to make it to finals!"

The Cougars were in the No. 5 spot heading into finals, Auer said, but reworked the cheer portion of their routine using the judges' input from semi-finals to make it more crowd-friendly. This helped them move up a spot in finals.

Kutztown also had a strong cheer portion in its routine.

"Our routine starts off with our high energy, exciting cheer that makes the fans want to cheer back with us," Russell, the team's president, said. "It's a great way to show our crowd effectiveness while getting the team pumped for the rest of the routine."

The Twitter account @UCAUpdates agreed, tweeting "Roar Bears! Fun routine from Kutztown University" during finals.

Another improvement Misericordia made was to clean up two stunt sequences. The opening stunt sequence -- a college rewind, heel stretch, waterfall out, and a front walkover into an aero and full down -- was one that the squad worked on since summer camp, Auer said, and "we nailed it in the end." Misericordia also added difficulty with a flip dismount from a pyramid sequence.

Kutztown relied on the strength of its practice sessions to carry the team through to a strong finals performance, Russell said.

"We had effective, high energy practices in the days leading up to the competition which enabled us to perform our routine the best we ever have during finals," she said. "Overall, I think the team became stronger as a whole and we were able to work together on the mat."

The practices may have been serious, but the Bears had fun throughout, Russell said.

"One of our main goals as a team this year was to stay focused and I think we achieved that goal while still being able to keep practices exciting," she said.
The key to the Cougars' success was team unity, Auer said, citing the leadership and encouragement of coaches Tara Sinclair and Courtney Coletti, senior captains Amber Schmidt and Alyssa McEntee -- the team's only seniors -- and junior captain Sarah Richards.

"Coming from a high school that doesn't compete, it was amazing to see all the dedication that it took to make our routine all that it was," Auer said. "Misericordia's cheerleading squad stresses the word 'family' and that's exactly what we are, cheer sisters."

Dilemma: Dart or Durango?

My husband and I are considering buying a new car. It's not a pressing need, but his Sunfire has racked up the miles and is not going to be be very baby-friendly (two-door). However, it is in good shape and hasn't had any maintenance issues (*knock wood*). My PT Cruiser has fewer miles and sufficient space, so we're not desperate, but we're pondering.

We've been considering the new Dodge Dart ever since we saw the early release at auto shows. But after commuting "troo da notch" from South Abington Township into Scranton and back in the snow, Joe started to wonder if something a little bulkier and with four-wheel-drive might not be a better option. My dad got a bead on a 2011 Dodge Durango just traded in at the dealership he and I (and half our family) have dealt with for years.

So now, dilemma: which would be better?

In terms of price, they're pretty much even. We could get a brand-new Dart for about the price of this Durango (which has 40,000 miles on it already - although Dad knows the previous owners and they do maintain their vehicles well). We haven't priced out insurance yet. New (aka with warranty) vs. used is a consideration.

The Dart would get far better gas mileage. The Durango would have far better hauling capacity. But it's not quite that simple. We've seen the Dart in person, and it is no slouch in the trunk department, or legroom for that matter.

Here's what we're asking ourselves:

• Do we need the extended cargo room of the Durango? BabyD is our first child, and while we hope to have more, two-kid space is not a pressing need. We have a mental wish list of things we want to do to the house, but so far Petey has sufficed for hauling supplies (sometimes much to my dismay). We go to Ocean City, Md., every summer (or hope to) but don't haul a ton of equipment. But on the flip side, anywhere we go now for more than a day trip will require all sorts of baby equipment. Petey can handle that, as can a Dart, for short-term trips, but maybe the Durango would be better for longer trips.
• What will be better in bad weather, or are they both sufficient? Joe said that none of his fellow workers who live up here drive SUVs - they all have sedans. The Dart is bigger and theoretically sturdier than his Sunfire. The Durango has 4WD and more tourque as opposed to the Dart, though it has front-wheel-drive which isn't horrible. I've not had problems with Petey in snow, so I imagine the Dart is also pretty good in it. But there's always that security of a larger, heftier, 4WD vehicle like the Durango.
• Which is more important - more space or better gas mileage? This is really the one we keep dancing around. We crunched some numbers and estimated that the Durango will cost about $800 more in gas per year (Side note: I did just read today that gas prices are expected to go down in 2013, with the average family saving about $200 for the year). Is it worth it to get a sturdier vehicle with more space? Or to turn it around, do the gas savings of the Dart make up for having less room?

If you're a parent, a NEPA resident, or a NEPA parent, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.  

Steamtown and skates

My husband had a "real weekend" this week (translation: The perils of life on the copy desk of a newspaper mean your days off are not automatically Saturday and Sunday. But this week, they were). We took advantage of it by having some NEPA adventures on Saturday.

Starting with Steamtown National Historic Site.

(view from the front of the building)

 



Joe and I have something of an interest in trains. We recently went to the  B&O museum in Baltimore, and we're hoping to go to Strasburg this summer when we go to the NCPC National Meet in Bird-in-Hand, Pa. We're also a fan of model train displays. For me, I think this comes from my Pap, who had an extensive model train collection. My dad also had one set up in our basement when I was little, which I loved.

Steamtown is at the former railyards of the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western RR. Railroads were an important part of the area's economy throughout the coal mining years, as it was the primary means of transportation for the coal.

I think what I enjoy most about trains and train museums is that it's such a step back in time. We're in such a hurry to get places nowadays that rail travel isn't a much-used option. I've taken train trips before, and I really enjoy watching the world go by (it's why I like car trips too).

We were joined by our friends, the Abdallas, NEPA natives now living in southcentral Pa. (well, Molly is technically a southern tier native, but that's just over the line into N.Y.). We all went on the "Life on a Caboose" tour, during which one of the park rangers took us through - you guessed it - a caboose and told us of the lives of the railmen who rode and worked in there.

Side note: Workin' on the railroad? Dangerous gig. You could get squished trying to do your job and link up cars! (and that's just one danger.)

Being that we'd kind of dawdled getting there (hey, it was Saturday... ), and Steamtown is in winter hours, we did not get to spend as much time there as we would have liked. Come spring, we're hoping to go on one of the excursions - and take BabyD with us! :-)

Later that evening, we headed to Wilkes-Barre for the WBS Penguins Pink in the Rink game with my Zeta Tau Alpha alumnae chapter. Breast cancer awareness and education is ZTA's national philanthropy, so this was a great opportunity for fun with sisters and to help the fight!

(Tux, the Penguins mascot, rocks the pink!)

 

Before the game, we ZTAs scattered throughout the lobby and handed out pink ribbons and self-exam reminder stickers. I enjoy getting the opportunity to do this, and I've always envied the sisters who get to do this at NFL games!

 

The game itself was a lot of fun as well. For $23, we got great seats (three rows from the ice!), a Penguins ballcap, soda, chips and a hot dog. Minor league sports are pretty awesome - much more affordable than major league sports, for sure, and far more fan-friendly, with lots of promotions and giveaways. I'm hoping we can catch a RailRiders baseball game this summer.

 

And the Penguins got a 3-0 win over the Worchester Sharks!

 

(I couldn't resist a crown pic.)

 

So that's our very NEPA-flavored day. All-in-all, a lot of fun, and we've just begun to scratch the surface of the adventures this area has to offer!



The things you find...

I confess: I am not the world's most organized person. We've been in our house five months and there are still plenty of boxes to unpack and things unorganized. (Side note: This is where I envy my sister's Virgo-perfectionism organizational skills. I swear she can just look at something and know where everything should go.)

Yesterday, my husband and I took yet another crack at the boxes in our basement. This provided a treasure trove of weird memorabilia, and some with a decidedly... psychic flavor.

• The Hairspray Playbill from when I last saw the show in December 2008, before I met Joe... autographed by a high school classmate of his who was in the show!
• On that theme, a copy of the Hanover Evening Sun  - Joe's old newspaper - with a review of Susquehanna University, my alma mater. There were a few other ES items I found, all from before Joe worked there, because my grandparents lived in Littlestown and I used to read it when we went to visit them.
• A sports column I wrote in college - in 1997 - about egotistical owners ruining sports. Inspired by Peter Angelos' firing of Davey Johnson - er, excuse me, Johnson's resignation - a day before he won AL Manager of the Year. It also mentions Jerry Jones' ego doing damage to the Cowboys. Joe, upon reading: "How sentient!" My reaction: "I've been bitching about the same thing for 15 years?! *sigh*"
• There were piles of old cards I'd received while in college. I pulled out one and saw it was from my great aunt and uncle. Was about to throw it away when I thought, "hey, I should open it. Maybe I missed some money." Sure enough, there was a $5 sitting in it! Although I like to think of that as sort of a belated Christmas gift from the great beyond. :-)

I didn't even get the thing done last night. I kept sorting through it today, only to discover the bottom half of it is full of stuff that isn't even mine!!! Mom, Dad, Andrea... I've got a box for you...

(And in yet another odd find, there were two 1997 TV Guides with Ravens on the cover. Did I mention we're Cowboys fans? Why did Mom - the most likely culprit - save them?! Vinny Testeverde's on the cover of one, for crying out loud! There's no value in that! Joe's reaction: "Gag." And he's a Ravens fan.)

I'd better make sure this stuff gets sorted in my lifetime, or my child(ren) will be really mystified by me when I die and they have to go through it!