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Well I'm back

Aug 11, 2010 - 0 comments
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vacation

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ohio

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cedar point

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Dragster

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millenium force

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Maverick

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Magnum

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Gemini

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Mean Streak

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Corkscrew

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Headache

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bruises

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patience

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front

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growing up

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Death

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Grandparents

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Kasey cousin

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Kyle cousin

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jon's brendan

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shopping

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mom

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dad

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Alice in Wonderland

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books

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Harry Potter

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beads

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Budha

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childhood classics

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Twilight

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sore feet

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Long Drive

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nausea

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stench

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brothers

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McD's

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smoothies

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Meghan cousin

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baby pictures

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memories

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hobbit

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sumo

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family books

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morose

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gramma

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Crying

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first grandaughter

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whispering

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visits

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Love

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good genes

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slovak cheeks

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family

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youthful

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personalities

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generations

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aunts

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nephews

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lucky

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baby caelan



From Ohio. I went to Cedar Point twice, road front on not only the Dragster, but also the millenium Force. And the Maverick. And the Magnum. And the Gemini. And...the Mean Streak. And the Corkscrew. And well, I have a lot more patience than I did as a child. I can totally wait for the front. No issues. It's worth it. I hurt now though. Lapbar bruises and headaches from the old coasters. Dear god, I swear I thought Iwas truly going to die on the Mean Streak. I've never been so seriously scared in my life. But I didn't. Imagine that.

What else? Kasey slept over and felt sick in the morning. I was so ridiculously tired I just went back to sleep. She left. She was at CP with us one day though. Jon brought Brendan. What else? I went shopping with Gramma and Mom one day. Just little local stores, but lots of fun. I got two really sweet books. A contemporary Alice and Beedle the BArd, from Harry Potter. I give, I understand why everyone is in love with those books. I always did. Harry Potter does not = Twilight. Come on now.

Erm, my feet hurt. I felt really sick in the car, living on pullnpeel, smelling MCD's burps and the general odor of my little brother. A smoothie truly did perk me up.

Gramma tried to way overfeed us as usual. I love that about her. We looked at pictrures and I literally watched myself and all of my cousins grow up in pictures. Both my grandmas do that, actually. It's different to see the different cousins though, not to mention the different memories either branch has. My little brother/ mom had gestational diabetes when he was born and so he was all swelled up, on top of the fact that he was a huge little boy. I truly believe new borns are some of the ugliest things on the planet. And yeah, nearly every baby gets cute in the first two weeks. But that first picture of my brother with a forhead/cheeks so big he couldn't open his eyes, or that picture of my cousin Meghan, a tiny little thing, looking like a starved hobbit, well. I couldn't stop laughing. Even I was hideous those first couple days. Really though. The cute comes a little bit later. She says the books are for one day when she isn't around anymore. Morose, eh?
And then she almost made me cry telling me about the first time she saw me and how she loved to hold me and tell me how much she loved me and I would always be close to her, even though she lived far away, because I was her little grandaughter. My gramma just has so much love in her that it could break your heart.

And I think I'm blessed in genes because of all the beautiful ladies in my family. My mom, who could pass as 35 easily, my gramma with her "slovak cheeks", my memere who's healthy as a horse and really, really patient, my greatgrandmothers that had crazy awesome personalities and lived well on into their old ages, all my dad's sisters, who care so much about their kids and even me and all their other nieces and nephews. I'm just lucky, you know?

I hope one day to still be around for Caelan. I want to be her auntie for as long as I can. Forever, if possible. I know that was random, I just thought of it and I hope I can be for her what all of my aunts have always been for me.

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