Home, Home on The Range
July 14, 2006
The kids and I are off to the family farm for an extended weekend of birthday celebrations (yes, we are STILL celebrating my birthday, as well as Troll Baby’s, my Granny’s my Papa’s, my Uncle Timmy’s and pretty much everyone else’s in my family - it’s a prerequisite in my family that you only have sex in October.)
Should be fun. My Aunt and Uncle (who own the farm) are city transplants who decided, years back, they wanted to raise their four girls on a farm. My Uncle loves the outdoors, and since he has 4 daughters, he was likely thinking he could protect them from the big city out there, because a) less boys per square acre; and b) with farm, comes shotgun.
So I expect, when I return, to have flat abs, from laughing so much, first of all (hence the pre-BlogHer trip to see my hilarious family - that way I look gooood for my girls), and to be loaded with stories after being, well, loaded all weekend. Oh didn’t I mention we’re a bunch of Irish mutts? My Granny was Protestant and my Papa was Catholic when they married, 4000 years ago. What resulted was not a family feud at all, instead they created a love for family, bigger than Canada. And I get to be a part of it. I’m so excited to be going! Yay! Family drinkin’ stories! Feel the love!
I’ll try and blog a bit while I’m away, but I’m not sure the computer situation up in them thar parts.
