Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Carrie's First McGhie Family Dinner

Hey McGhie Family bloggers,

I have never done any blogging before so this is a new experience for me.

I was going to post some pictures but I am not sure how to do it.

My first "McGhie Family" memory is that Marty took me over to his parents house for Sunday dinner (I had only known him like 2 days) and he didn't tell me where we were going. So I wasn't dressed in Sunday clothes, just grubbies. So we get there and I meet all these tons of people at once and we sit down to dinner. Grandpa McGhie was sitting across from me, I remember this because he looked me right in the eyes and opened his mouth as wide as he could to show me the chewed up food in his mouth. Then all the boys stuck their fingers in my food at different times during dinner. I decided that I needed to go to the bathroom, so they politely showed me where it was. Everyone of them took turns beating on the door, telling me to hurry up. I think it was Michael who stuck his finger in my stawberry shortcake (made with a twinkie). Marty's mom called me Kathleen and Marty's dad told me that Marty never brought the same girl to dinner twice, so it was nice to meet me.

I think they were trying to scare me off but I was tougher than I looked. I kept coming back for dinner and I enchanted Marty so much he proposed 2 months later. Now you all are stuck with me for Eternity. I know that is a blessing you are very grateful for. The one thing I do have going for me is that I have great kids, so I have given more than I have received (just kidding, not about the great kids though).

Okay, I am now going to see how to post pictures here cause I have some really good ones.

Okay,
Bye for now
Yours truley
Princess Carrie

1 comment:

Jeff said...

Those are great memories Carrie. I remember you coming to Brianhead for Thanksgiving with our extended family before you were engaged. On Friday, Marty and a few of us boys loaded up and went duck hunting until Saturday night, leaving you behind with a bunch of people you barely knew. When we rolled into the house Saturday night and saw you there waiting for Marty, we knew that you were in the family to stay.