More Koolaid, Please

Usually, I hate home movies. I did so many embarrassing things when I was approximately 7-12 years of age, especially when there was a video camera involved. ("That's what she said...") Tonight, however, I was looking through old tapes and found one from a family picnic in 1996. It was so surreal. 1996 was a long time ago. It was before everyone lost weight and got normal haircuts. Before Jean moved away and David dissapeared. Before Grandma died, and before Julie and Justin got married. Before Matt was a dad, before Sarah stopped talking to us. Before we ordered pizza for our picnics. Before we stopped playing on the slip 'n' slide, and before we stopped playing kickball. Before everyone got older, grew apart, and moved away. We were a family. A big, happy, wonderful, perfect family. I long so much for those times, when we played together and laughed together and just constantly celebrated the fact that so many crazy people happened to be related. I loved those times. Ah, the nostalgia.

So now, here I sit, having been reminded of my old family and having not really anyone to talk to about it. I'm sure I'm not alone here, though, because it happens to everyone, everywhere. So many things change, and we all just hope we can hold on tight enough to make it through the ride. Highs and lows, happy and sad--it's not all negative, and I hope so much that that ride is far from over.

OK sorry. I just had to blog about it. But now that I've gotten it out, "it's no longer inside of me threatenin' the life it belongs to." (thank you, Anna Nalick, what a lovely lovely line) Sorry again. I needed to use the song lyric line of the day. Whew. Anyway...

I leave for Badger Girls tomorrow, and I'm kind of excited. I'm a little nervous, but I suppose not too bad. Just a little anxious about the whole roomate situation, and whether or not I'll roast to death in my casual businesswear. Oh well. Only a week, I'll survive. I've had a good week/weekend, especially last night, which included a laser show and the Spicy Tie band. Oh, and my great friend Rachel, too. I'm glad that my last night was such a blast, and then tonight I did some fantastic bonding with my papi, which will continue tomorrow. Happy Father's Day. daddy, even though I hope you don't read this.

So now I've written just a tad bit more than you were interested in reading, but I hope you all have a fabulous Father's Day and Monday through Friday. Days after that, too, but I'll be here then to tell you at the appropriate time to have a good day. Ok, just babbling now.

See you on Friday. ;)