He's back!

Stetson was SO glad Adam came home from camp.

I was pretty glad too:)

Lately...

13 week old Stetson playing among my beach gear

Stetson again

Aunt Karen, Nan, Aunt Nance

Nan says "salt water cures everything", so here's Julie putting in her sunburnt knees

Nan and me

Becky, Jules, Nan, Aunt Nance

Outside Bank of New York, Mellon. Where Jim works

Liz at Princeton Junction

Celebrating finally getting there... a car, train, subway ride later.

Liz and Jim on Stone street in NYC having lunch

Seems like everyone has had a hard time keeping up with their blogs lately, myself included. So there are some pictures that I've had (not many, and not really great ones--especially of myself, but putting pride aside, it's worth showing the people i love) from Philadelphia/NYC/Ocean City and of Stetson that needed to be posted. For more, or better ones, see the ones that Liz posted, or my family posted. I miss these guys.

Liberties

I dont know what it is, but people take liberties with my name ALL the time. My full name is Patricia, and I cant even begin to tell you the number of times people have decided that means my nickname must be Pat or Patty. I dont understand?
College professors and substitute teachers when taking role would inevitably get to me and say "Patty Palmer?" looking around the room. And typically I countered quickly with "you can call me Trish or Tricia" while all my friends giggled in the background. In fact one time, in high school, I had a teacher (a hot teacher, so i didnt mind) call me "patorpatty" for the entire semester just because I asked him not to call me either.

well friends... i'm here to tell you this name-taking-liberty still carries on. Below is an email from a client (names taken out to protect the innocent):

Thanks, Patty, for the reminder – I paid online.

Dear client and world, please dont call me Pat or Patty. You can spell my name wrong all day... but please, please, dont call me patty.