My grandparents had their 50th wedding anniversary today, and a large part of my family got together for the merry occasion.  As great-Uncle Vic and great-Aunt Jane played the mandolin and AutoHarp harmonizing to "You are My Sunshine" and crooned out "Darlin', have I ever told you that I loved you.  Cuz darlin' i'm tellin' you now"  and other such folk songs, I got to thinking about how lucky I am to have a family like this. We can get together and have a good time (by someone's standards at least) and are able to eat good food (by everyone's standards0 and carry on a conversation with each other.  My grandparents love each other that they have stood together through the best and the worst, famine and prosperity, etc and etc.  Not all families can do that.  My concluding thoughts souped in my head while great-Uncle Vic and great-Aunt Jane hummed along to the twang of the mandolin and the gentle spring of the AutoHarp.

And then my mom barked at me to put more biscuits out.  And then great-uncle Ken called Aunt Miny fat.  And then great-Aunt Lou made a snide comment about my mom's mechanical heart right after saying "hello" and" how are you?".

Don't you just love family?

In reference to my latest update and emo poem, I would just like to give myself a good smack of the noggin.  Anyone who would like to join me is more than welcome.  Ready?  One, two, three *smack!*!!  Okie dokie, now for the explanation for the smacking.  I am a complete and utter fucking moron.  That whole shit with Megan and the kiss and the emoness is just more stupidity.  I forgot about my vaccine, let myself go crazy, and allowed stupid teenage drama to penetrate my brain causing me to act like the complete and utter fucking moron that I am.  I really can't say this enough, but I was stupid to get so out of control.  There was really nothing to get upset over, I just had to talk it out with Megan.  Turns out, she was just as upset as I was.  After our conversation was over, we all had a good long laugh about us being complete and utter fucking morons.  And no Maya, in case you are wondering, I didn't break my promise. 

And now... VIRGINIA!!  The land of soybeans, tobacco and southern drawls!  That's right folks, I'm in Virginia for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary.  Just in case any of you care (which I doubt you do, I know I wouldn't give a rip about some lunatic rambling on) I'll be staying here, trapped in a tiny house with no air conditioning and really crappy fans and extreme humidity, for about a week.  I'll be trapped here slaving away at making some "memory book" for my grandparents party.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love cute little picture albums as much as the next guy.  It's fun to flip through the pictures and take a trip down ol' memory lane.... HOWEVER my sister and I got assigned with the entire task of assembling the book.  We sorted through hundreds upon hundreds of photos of us as smaller children, our cousins who are small children, our DAD and his siblings as small children, and our grandparents wedding.  And I mean hundreds upon hundreds in the most literal sense possible.  Whenever Laura and I would finish with a huge stack, our grandma or dad or aunt would come in the door with 5 MORE stacks.  It was just oodles of fun.  Around 4 o'clock, after working our butts off sorting and eliminating and organizing the pictures since we finished breakfast, my dad asks us if we want lunch.  LUNCH.  We've just been having a grandiful time so far.  

Holy cow poo, this has been a ridiculously long post.  Thanks for putting up with my ranting and rambling!