I said I would write about my trip to Idaho.  And I will, here, in this post.  You need to know that it won’t be much about Idaho, no sightseeing or whatever you do for fun in that particular state. It’s going to be about some things that made an impact on me personally – mostly that has to do with family.

First:  I was a little petrified about spending 9 hours or so in the car with my mom and teen-aged daughter.   Turns out most of my fears were unfounded – it went pretty well.  Lots of talking, dozing, watching the “scenery”.  I don’t know if I’d choose to do it again, but it wasn’t really bad at all.

Next:  My brother looks great.  Much better than the last couple times I’ve seen him.  He’s lost that greasiness of complexion that I associate with drunks, and he looks damn happy to be able to be around his kid.

Next.25:  My nephew looks great.  Still has a stomach tube, vision problems, hearing problems, who knows how bad, but he looks healthy and happy.

Next.5:  My brother’s baby-mama is pretty ok.  I don’t care for the manner in which the whole baby thing came about, but that’s not my beeswax, it’s my brothers.  She’s good with her kids, she’s good with my brother (they aren’t seeing each other, though), and was pretty good to us as well when we visited.

Third:  My sister has a double-chin.  HAHAHA!  Suck it up, princess.

Third.25:  Sister’s kids, from youngest to oldest: Jackass, doing pretty well, not a bad cook.

Third.75:  Sister’s husband, not a bad guy at all.  Has intentions of helping my kid get into that technical theatre she wants to be in with so bad.  Puts up with my sister, and her jackass son.

Fourth:  My aunt.  Mom’s sister.  Her husband had an anurism and kind of lost some of the him that he had.  Short term memory problems, stuff like that.  Can’t drive, can’t work, can’t nothing.  My aunt is like all of my aunts (and my mom) – a martyr.  I’m never going to be able to do what they all do when they get together, which is talk, drink, talk & drink & drink & drink & talk.  I lose it at talk and drink.  One drink, talked until they started to slur then toddled myself and my kid off to bed.  Neither of us really are comfortable around drunk people.

Last:  There were somehow neater things on the way home than on the way there.  Not sure how that worked, except that maybe it was still dark when we passed by the neat things on the way there.

I guess that’s all.  I can’t wait to do it again…someday.  In the distant future.  Far distant future.

Back home.  I’ll write more later, but for now, this neat picture.  Taken at my Aunt’s house in the Oregon/Idaho border region.

“Please, walk on my broken heart”

I’m kind of annoyed that I can’t find they lyrics to the song I wanted for this post.  Considering it actually has the line, “I think I’m gonna go to Idaho”.

Anyway, you can hear it here if you want to.   It’s called Song for a Girl Who Has One.  I don’t know why it’s called that, you can google it if it means that much to you.  Then tell me, cause I’m mildly curious but not enough to look myself.

Idaho

My point:  I’m going to Idaho this weekend.  Mom called up and said let’s go, so we’re going.  Going to visit my brother and sister, and see my latest nephew for the first time.

This means:  I’m going to be in a car for about 9 hours with my mom and my daughter.  Each way.  That’s if we don’t get stuck halfway there in the snow.  Whee!  I had to convince her to get chains – she wasn’t intending to.  Fortunately, it’s required so I could kinda force her into it.

So, if you don’t hear from me for a couple days, don’t be surprised.  If you don’t hear from me in say…a week…please send out a search party.  Please.