Reunions...

We leave tomorrow for our trip to Erie, Pa to attend our O'Hara family reunion. My parents are going. My sister with her husband and kids are going. Almost all my aunts and uncles and cousins are going. And I get to see my Grandma Mary and my Great Aunt Marge. Who knows who less we may get to see? There may even be nuns involved. Party, party, party!

Afterward, my sister and I (with our immediate family firmly attached) will be heading to Niagara Falls for a little extended family detox session and a ride on the Maid of the Mist. Whoo hoo!

It's bound to be an exciting week, but cross your fingers though. With a family like mine there's no telling what might happen. If we all make it back without being disowned I'll rate it as a success, and trust me, we've come back before having failed in that particular endeavor. Wish us luck!

Old Friends

I knew a girl when I was 13 who was obsessed with Indiana Jones. Not to be confused with the actor Harrison Ford, but seriously hung up on the character Indiana Jones. She also thought Macaroni and Cheese was Satanic and often dreamed of Indiana Jones saving her from heaping vats of creamy orange elbow noodles. OK, She was more than a little wierd, but she was 16 when I was 13. She actually talked to me and everything and I thought she just totally rocked. When I heard about the new Indiana Jones movie coming out I couldn't help but think of her doing a happy dance somewhere. She's probably way over her Indy obsession, but I bet she couldn't help but buy a ticket and go.