Cadillacs are evil and Jesse and Dean

Happy Turkey Day!
I made it safe and sound out to Ohio. Oh boy, but what a trip. Should have taken us maybe 3 hours, possibly four since we stopped for dinner. But going 20 mph down 28th street was slow and so was the traffic jam on the highway. And then, thankfully after we had eaten, and back on the road, we were rear ended. It wasn’t more than a little fender bender, but our van’s bumper was cracked and kinda hanging in the breeze. For a grand caravan to be rearended by a 91 caddy, we all fared pretty well. None of us really felt it. The sickening crunch of the bender and the odd feeling when we discounted were the only real clues. So now its 8pm and we’re sitting in the guys driveway, waiting fourty-five minutes for the best and the brightest to show up. The cop came and took down all the information and had to fill out all the forms in like triplicate since there were 5 people in the van. So maybe, 90 minutes later we finally pull out back onto the highway. Thankfully the man who hit us was very nice. He brought us to his house not 3 miles up the road to get off the highway and even invited us inside. My aunt and I were a little wary of 3 energetic kids in a strangers house though. We were a little shaken up and so I stayed in the van with the kids, reading and singing and such. It was fun and it gave us a chance to warm up to each other. So 6 hours later, we did make it home. And my aunt still had pies and stuffing to make for the next day. So she and I stayed up and talked and baked, running out of eggs and getting quite tired. But we got back on schedule and went to bed about 2am. This is me of course. I stayed up playing games and such till about 5am. The kids were up a few hours later, but I didn’t hear a thing. My voice is still down the octave and I am feeling my muscles in my back started to hurt, which I know will move to my hip and then down my knee, but oh well. What can you do. Count down the damn days till I can go home. Oh well. Its ok. Its almost over. Manny is home and sent me a cute email. His parents want to meet me and cook dinner for me. I’m highly nervous about that. I suppose its the opposite for me. Manny has no problem meeting my parents. Ok maybe he gets nervous, but I REALLY am not looking forward to meeting his parents. I MEAN JESSE AND DEAN!!! Ya, you know. Rory and I are so alike sometimes its scary. Oh boy. I’m excited to go home and I’m nervous and all that. First about Tim and now Manny’s parents. I think I’ll run away with Heather to Lake George. We’ll find us some men and settle down up there away from all this. HA! I wish. Well, it was really good talking to my aunt. She completly gets me when I say I loved Tim. She doesn’t condone me or say “You’re too young” or brush it off like my parents do. Oh well. I’m really glad I came. And that she’s so cool. I think I have crossed the line with them into adulthood as well. Usually at large family gatherings, Mom’s or Dad’s, I am still considered a child. The oldest and maybe most responsible child, but still a child. I am suppose to watch the kids and control them, while the parents/adults all sit and talk and do whatever. But my aunt I think understands my need to be taken seriously and treated like an adult. Thank goodness. And Kevin is so cool. I really do love him. He’s the youngest of his family and kinda treated as such. I don’t know, but he is really really cool. I really like him. I’d love to go out and spend some time with him. I remember seeing him with his daughter Lindsay, and she was so cold to him. She can really be quite bitchy I must say. Anyway, my old underdog feelings must have kicked in, cause I feel bad for him and thats why I want to know him. HA HA! Me taking my uncle under my wing – can’t you just see it! Oh thats a funny picture. Oh well. I should probably go back upstairs and join the adults. Hee hee, now that I can. Yummy wine too. Well, anyway. I hope TOD isn’t stupid and lose this entry too. I shall be very PUT OUT!!!