Welcome to Missouri-- Leave yer boots on the front step.

My Uncle Daddy's son Gene is coming in from Bakersfield, CA today! I hope when he gets off the plane farmers don't attack him. My mom asked him what he liked to eat for dinner and he listed a few things, she asked if he liked fried potatoes, and gravy and he asked what that was...this should be good! I've never met him, and the fact of the matter is that he calls me his sister, and calls my parents his parents when in fact their his Aunt and Uncle. My mom isn't a whole lot older than he is. He didn't have a really good relationship with his parents, and so mine took him in. Gene is deaf, he can however hear with aids so we can talk over the phone. He is such a sweetheart, and his kids are adorable. He has two children Violet (3) and Liam (2) They're so sweet, I wish they were coming out as well. His wife Jennifer is very sweet as well, she teaches learning disabled children and specializes in the hearing impaired. Gene also works with hearing impaired children.

I have a lovely family.

Mmmmmm Crackers and Cheese.

So i'm sitting here sulking wondering how the hell I went 4 hours over my allowed minutes. I have a pretty good guess. I started going over my minutes after Uncle Daddy died, cingular wouldn't give me a break, so...... I'm sitting here eating crackers and cheese...no I'm not drinking wine because in a couple of hours i'll be sitting among thirty kindergarteners, *Now that ya mention it...* Instead i'm drinking cranberry grape juice (100%) juice at that.

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