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Warning: This is going to be an especially long posting due to the fact that I am sitting in the car with my parents for the next three and a half hours.

The cousin closest to me in age had his grad party last night at his mom's place in Chokio, MN which happens to be a three and a half hour drive from St. Paul. Not too bad at all, I just slept the entire way. Upon arriving we ate delicious pork sandwiches, and I helped myself to a fistfull of RedVines!!! I can't understand why I love them so much seeing as how they taste like fake licorice. But maybe every other licorice candy are the fake tasting ones?! We can can ponder this later; Now on to more important issues...

I just wanted to take a minute to give my little cousin Sydney (who doesn't read this... Hopefully) a shout out. She is about to be thirteen and has nearly as much sass as I did myself was I was that age. It was so great to be able to call her out on it, and also throw the whole "I'm an adult, I know what I am talking about" BS at her and have her buy it. But actually. Is was crazy to see how much she and her brother and their older sisters have grown up in the past couple years.

After eating too many redvines and pork I laid my head down on the davenport for a few minutes to catch some more Z's. Good thing I did too, my mother woke me up saying that we were going to head over to Grandma's place a few towns over in Clinton, MN, but not to worry because we were going to return later for the Chokio Street Dance. Ho boy. I decided that it was neither the time nor the place to display my "joy" concerning said street dance, and held my tongue. Nodding and smiling, if course.

When we got back to Grandma's I immediatly went to sleep more (I was really really tired this weekend, my first one off in months) and was awoken some hours later my the rapping of my mother's nails on the bedroom door. My mother is a very smart women, but you would think that after the first five times she told me they were going and getting no reaction from me she woulda left me to sleep. Not my mama. Leavin out the lengthy details, I ended up going to the street dance.

Now, the street dances my parents remember from their youth really do sound fun, but I bet they did not go with their parents, and they were enjoying adult beverages. Not only was I there with my parents, but I was sober (thank god). And not that it was torture, people watching was great. Not my crowd though. And I hate when I talk about country people being different and people assume I mean stupid. Some of the smartest people I have ever met have been farmers, sons and daughters of farmers, or just small town residence. But the fact of the matter is, being a city boy in a town of 443, hanging out with the parents at a street dance, we stuck out. By the end of the night there I really wish I has grown up in a small town. It is amazing how small and singular you can feel in the cities. I am sure you can feel it in the country too. But it seems so much more together and homey. I have an appreciation for the difference in lifestyles between a country residence or a city sliker, whether it is a concious different choice or otherwise.
That make sense? Good.

My grandma's church celebrated 125 years of being a congragation. It was the church my mom as baptized in, confirmed in, married in, the church my grandpa's funeral was in. I have a lot of memories going there with my grandparents when I would spend the week with them in the summer. We have a coffee mug from the church's 100th anniversary, and I was slightly dissapointed not to see any for sale this time. It also made me sad when my mom said it probably wouldn't be there in six to ten years because the congragational average age is no lower than sixty. That would be so so sad if they ha to just stop after so long. It would just become another abandoned building along the side of the road, waitin for time to eat it up and history to forget it.
Just like the rest of us, right?


"I love my baby mamas. They get my highway honors, gotta take care if them kids, like President Obama" -Lil Wayne