Get in on the John

It is so much more difficult to concentrate on writing my blog post when two crazy female relatives of mine are squealing at the top of their lungs over a game of Super Monkey Ball just two feet away from where my ears are protectively encased in Pandora-blaring head phones, which instead of blocking out their noise, enhances it like a megaphone, causing my thoughts to churn like an infant chimpanzee inside a madly speeding plastic sphere.

The screen shot should help the uninformed decipher the last part of that sentence. Speaking of which, that was quite a doozy , wasn't it? Aww-yeah.

Play-by-play

Me and my cousins picked up my Sis from the airport yesterday, and despite almost being killed on the way over by an SUV driving the wrong way down a divided off ramp, the trip went off without a hitch. My older cousin, Sandra, also convinced me to let her sister, my younger cousin Katie, stay with us until tomorrow. Tricksy, she isss.

This morning we slept in late and then watched Disney/nick (need I tell you: not my choice. Fairy Odd Parents roolz, though.) all the way up till jumping into the truck and zooming over to the movie theater to watch Cars, both of them for the first time, me for the second.

The theater was even more packed than when I saw it with my Mom on opening weekend, something I would have thought was impossible, but most of the children were sitting on parents' laps and in strollers, and yet still every seat was filled. Cars was just as good if not better the second time, with all the clever references and easter eggs being easier to catch the second time around, also we missed the beginning of the animated short that Pixar always puts before the feature last time, so this time I got to see all of it. Nice.
My Sis put Cars right below The Incredibles on her list of favorite Pixar movies ever (she said it came close), and my cousin said it was 'awesome'.


When we emerged from the multiplex we were surprised to find that it was pouring cats and dogs outside, and we skillfully dodged the plummeting pets, managing to reach the truck only half drowned.

From there it was off to Dillons to procure some vittles for my Sis, who, for some reason, needs more variety in her diet than popcorn and hotpockets. Bizarre creature.

70 bucks later (50 bucks more than I usually spend) the truck was loaded and floor space was slim. No foot room for them, hehehe, lucky I was driving.

We then ate two Little Ceasars Pizzas, which were most tasty indeed, especially for my sister who is not accustomed to the phenomenal haute cuisine of the civilized world.

By this time it was getting late and me and Katie drove off to buy a bag full of recreational pyrotechnic devices, it being the third of July and all. When we got back home and spread out our purchases on the living room carpet, we had two boxes of those little white bags that you throw on the ground and they pop, two top-like spinners, some sparklers, a pack of black cats firecrackers, a novelty globe spark throwing thing, and a little rocket.

We forced Katie to wait until it got darker, and then went out into the driveway and lit it all up.

I had forgotten how awesome fireworks are, the last time I had set any off being many, many years ago, but they are soooo incredible! The smoke, the lights, the sound, awsome! My favorite was watching the rocket zip into the sky and then explode into a sparkly death. Even the sparkle-shooting globe was cool. The dormant pyromaniac inside me has awakened and he demands sacrifice to quell his hunger!

Seriously. I gotta buy more fireworks. Soon.

So it has been a good day, and happy fourth tomorrow everyone! Hope you have a chance to witness many fiery explosions!