Campy

Every year my aunts, uncles and cousins get together for a family reunion of sorts. We all meet at Aunt Kathy's house out in the boondocks of Indiana, throw some tents up in her massive backyard and build a big ole bonfire. There's S'mores and weenie roasting [insert your own joke here; frankly, I can't be bothered] and lots and LOTS of drinking. We play fierce games of eucher and Cranium, and after dark there's a boys-vs-girls game of Ditch'em, sort of a complicated Tag For Grownups that usually results in some sort of injury and a shitload of cursing. Sometimes there are singalongs of 60's songs; always we belt out Happy Birthday to my Gram, a fiesty lady who - though no longer with us - surely still approves of such shenanigans in her honor.

This year's Fall Fun Fest happens today, and Concert Josh is going. It'll be the first time he's met anyone from my family, except my sister.

If he still likes me on Monday I'll let you know.

Bonita
Best wishes and fish kisses to my lovely friend Salome, as she sets off today to go teach English in the rural reaches of Nicaragua. It was decided at dinner last night that a blog is a wonderful thing and she must start one immediately so we can all keep track of her adventures and view many pictures of hott Latin American men. It's unfortunate that she'll have to travel several hours by llama to reach the nearest Internet cafe (that's how I'm picturing it, anyway) but that's the price one pays when one does unbelievably cool things I need to experience vicariously. Go save the world, girl! We're proud of you, and miss you already.


kooky Salome & Kari

cute Salome & Kari

Duh
In case you're wondering, yes, all my friends ARE cooler than me.