I’m a bit disappointed with my grandmother because I expected a plethora of stories to share from our little jaunt to Texas. Instead, she was an angelic traveler and gave me nothing but more wonderful memories. It was a great little trip and I so very much enjoyed my time with her. I just wish she had given me a bunch of hassle so I could have written about it.
It’s been a while since I’ve updated my Take Me With You campaign so I figured I’d fill the void of sharing my own travel stories by sharing photos of yours. Thank you to everyone who took the time to snap these creative photos. It means the world to me and hopefully we can keep on rolling. So long as people keep sending them, I’ll keep posting them!
Oh, if you missed previous rounds, you can visit Round 1′s photos here, Round 2′s photos here, Round 3′s photos here, and Round 4′s photos here.
Want to participate? I don’t care if it’s Antarctica or your basement, simply click on the version you want, cut me out, and snap away! Send your photos to the email address listed on the paper and you’ll be famous!
Because they're my cousin's kiddos, and because I love lighthouses, I'll forgive the lack of scissors.
You aren't playing hard enough if your Jeep's grill doesn't trap grasshoppers, moths, and dudes in beanies.
This is why corn prices are soaring.
Tourists love themselves a good ol' fashioned beheading.
I didn't think this photo was going to be funny until I saw those bowling scores. You do realize that you can bowl with your eyes *open*, right?
Ah, the in-room honor bar. What you see here is me pictured with $800 worth of snacks.
The problem with pancakes the size of manhole covers is that they go straight to your thighs.
The Telling Dad Mugger Alert System
The Greg train. Otherwise known as the love train. All aboard!
Standing in front of the No Name Food Truck while holding a No Name Blogger. Seems appropriate.
Was it good for you?
Perhaps it's a little late now, but did I mention I have crabs?
Is that pronounced PEE or PAY?
Stands to reason considering how much I love Pei.
Photographic proof that I'm cool.
I've now crossed the line from fan to stalker.
For the record, I still feel REALLY bad.
Proof that good looks CAN save a life.
The international traffic sign for "STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!"
For Heather, wine jail would be a dream come true.
The only downside to working here is the size of the ants.
To translate, this means: "Etang of the North."
Ever feel like you're surrounded by peckers?
I'm probably not the first pin-up fireman, but certainly the thinnest.
"Please make sure all carry-on bags and mini-hotties are properly stowed beneath the seat in front of you."
This is the 102nd dalmation no one talks about.
I believe this is in Brugge. Not sure, but it's either REALLY early or the restaurants there suck.
I can guarantee you this is the only time I'll ever be pictured with both beans and beer.
I'm bringin' notoriously tacky lawn ornaments to a whole new level.
The longest restaurant name in history.
Adorable. The Grill Sergeant and his tools.
I don't know how she did it, but this picture was taken 8 1/2 years ago.
Every photo has to have some clown givin' me bunny ears.
Hey, A&E called, they want their intervention back.
Celebrating "Take a Desperate Blogger to School Day"
An entire festival dedicated to a genre I'll never understand.
Cool as a moose? Aren't these animals known for their short tempers and affection for ramming Volkswagons?
Sure, your hat may be bigger, but at least I'm not compensating for something.
Give me melted butter and about two hours.
Would it have killed ya to find me a mosh pit?
One gust away from a water rescue.
Oh, thanks. Heather's gonna LOVE this one.
FYI: Being placed in the sweaty confines of a giant lumberjack's musky crotch is not as awesome as you might think.
Thank you all again so much! Keep the amazingly creative photos coming and help me meet my goal of traveling to all 50 states and all 7 continents.
Wanna help make it happen? Spread the word! Better yet, join in!