1/3/2003

Why did Gob bless us women to bleed for a week stright and have many pains in places we never knew we had? Ah yes, I do believe it all started with Eve and that damn fruit. If it wasn't for that day, women would be quite happy, and men wouldn't have to be paronid for a week. Then again if she didn't listen to that snake, we would all be walking around bumpping into things naked.

Well with that happy little side note, today started off like all Kane family trips. Yelling, running around franticly, packing, dog barking, light timming, and lots and lots of scarsim from both my father and myself. We dropped the dog off at where he was staying for the weekend. I get all settled with my music and gameboy and starbursts. My mom with her mags, and Dad driving. Blast! Lost an earpeice thing, oh well have to stop at CVS down there. Ah, nice and warm in the car just like it should be in the horrible rainy weather. All of a sudden, out of no where this blast of cold air hits my skin and no longer am I comfortable. "Turn up the heat" I chatter to the front seat people. "Your father is falling asleep, put a jacket on." Then I hear this really BORING, SLOW folk music comming lilting into my ears. Now don't get me wrong, folk music isn't bad at all, actually some of it is fun to listen and sing along to, but whatever this was, this is the reason Dad was falling asleep, not the heat. "What are you listening to?" I demand from the backseat. "Well you se..." and this is where my father and mother start to tell me all about their childhood and how the Kingston Trio (the group we were listening to) was good music unlike the stuff we kids listen to today. I was eaither fallining asleep from crupting my eardrums with what my parents call music, or "enhancing" my blackmail memory with stories of their childhood, which I would be sure to use in the near future ("But mom, you met Dad at a BAR, why can't I go to that club?") and becomming sleepy from lack of room in that part of my brain, I knew I forgot to put more memory somwhere.

ANYWAY! Like the kid that I am, and after watching my sister do it for years, I have mastered the art of "tuning out the 'rents." As I slowly put my headphones on, I add in between their stories, "Maybe it's the music that's making you sleepy...I'm tuning you out." *hits play, and sits back* Oh a rest stop...Be right back!

*Burp* Two rest stops and one cheeseburger later...guess who's driving? That's right, Mom. *theme song music of Sean Cruise entered here.* here comes lunch! She's not THAT bad of a driver, it's just that one hand is stronger then the other and she pulls one way then the other and so on down the road. *sings* "Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise..." Oh and she drives MAD slow...it eventually makes a person sick (literly). So I think we're in Maryland about two hours to VA where we stop at another rest stop and Dad gets to drive. Luis is right, woman suck at driving. I looked for headphones in the souviner place, but nothing was there. This is a funny story, I wanted to go into the souviner place so my Dad told me to go in alone so they could finish lunch and no time would be waisted. My mom, who is quite short and can't see over the book cases in Boarders, tells me that five guys just walked in and I would get mugged. now let me tell you that between the souviner place and where we were eating is a seven foot wall with flowers on top. How the HELL does she see five guys walk into the place with a seve foot wall in the way and her sitting down. So I walk in, and besides the two girls working, I am the only person in there. Where did the five guys get to? WHATEVE! I'm getting sick from my mother's driving. I'll write more in the hotel...

...Back in the hotel at like 10 at night and we just got vack from the wake. I saw my "twin" cousin Matthew. GOD DAMN he's good looking! Aunt Jane looked so peaceful. And I'm proud of myself I didn't cry nor did I get choked up. But there is always tomarrow. So I'm getting ready to go to bed and I'm watching hings on snipers. Army guys are really cute too.

Anyway, I talked to Matthew and his older and lil bro. It was fun, they are all so cute and tall, boy are they tall! Matthew is growing out his hair, and Mike (older) is about to graduate from college, and Dan...he's still a boy scout and is a spitting images of Patric the oldest bro who died awhile ago. Ok well I'm off to bed. i wrote enough for today.

Ok, so I confess, I'm a wimp, I cried at the church. but I can use the insence as an excuse. Wellp after the mass, we went to the grave yard and Dad and the Colmen boys carried the casket to the grave and when we all stood around, Matthew stood by me. you know what he reminds me of...the big shaggy dog with the cyote that trys to take the sheep. And the dog always has to lift up his bangs to see...well Matthew looks like that (rofl!). So after the graveyard, we went back to Aunt Jane's house and chilled out for awhile. Janie told me to not leave without something yesterday. I asked her today and she gave it to me, it was a scanner. Iw as so shocked. Anyway my hand has been cramping all day so this is going to be short. but I must say that I didn't get the headphones (lol) so it should be intresting ride home.