Eggs, Fish, Birds, and Trees

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So I had a semi-eventful day.  I started out by going into town and playing Cribbage with my grandpa and then heading to the bar to get some breakfast (yummy scrambled eggs and wheat toast).  Then when I got back, I helped the family pack up the truck, since we leave Wisconsin tomorrow.  After that, we watched a marathon of Disaster Date on MTV before heading to a seafood buffet.

An $11.25 per person all you can eat buffet.  This buffet had whitefish, cod, and haddock. Shrimp and crab.  FOUR KINDS OF POTATOES: mashed, boiled. pancakes, and salad.  And unlike most all-you-can-eat buffets, this stuff was pretty good.  I would even go so far as to say I got a food baby.  Plus, I had a drink there, which was probably 8 shots of rum, and three or four shots of coke.  Strong even by my standards. 

Then we went to talk to my great aunt Ginny, and talk with her family.  I love my cousins, in their own separate ways.  Jonny, Chris, and Vicky all treat me well, and now that I'm older I get to have adult conversations with them.  I still generally walk out of the room when they talk politics, since I'm more than a little out of the American political system.  Regardless, I love how my family tree has formed.  My great cousins are old enough to be my parents (and mentally young enough to keep up with me), my other cousins mentioned in yesterday's post are three generations later (technically) but are a year older, a year younger and two or three years younger. We're not incredibly large, but we can spend a lot of time together. 

Then when I came home, we watched a movie called Twelve, and it was pretty good. It was about a drug, called Twelve, and how it really fucks up a high school.  I saw the last hour, and it was great.  I think one of the dealers was 50 Cent.  And "White Mike" was cute.

But to think, I watched this movie with my Grandparents. It's these things that make me realize how much I love my family.  And I may have not always gotten along with my parents (especially earlier) but sometimes I realize just how well I get along with them for the most part now.  My dad reads regularly, and I'm sure he'll call me out, but I feel that I've grown up enough to realize that they aren't out to get me. I don't agree with quite a few of their rules and regulations (army terms. lol), but I have learned to accept it and work around them. 

What I haven't accepted are these DAMN MOSQUITOES! Seriously, my immune system has been spent.  It used to be that they would swell up and expand to the size of my fist (maybe 2.75 inches?) in the past.  Once I had one on the back of my knee, and it immobilized my leg until the swelling went down.  But I was doing SO well this trip, where the bites would only swell to dime or nickel sized welts.  UNTIL TODAY where a calf bite has swollen to unacceptable size.  I think my body just can't handle the Wisconsin State Bird population where my grandparents live.