it was a family reunion, loads of people there. some of my cousins have more kids than i have video game consoles.
my truck's transmission blew up about 5 miles from the destination.
at dinner the first night my dad thanked the Lord for the camp we were staying at and the blessings it bestowed on the disabled children whom it serviced.
the disabled gentleman that directs the camp stood up afterward and informed us that the proper term to use on the premises was "differently-abled." that wasn't unbelievably awkward or anything...
i played loads of table tennis and still can not beat my dad.
my cousin tyler snapped his jeep's axle attempting an interesting jeep manuever, hopefully pics of that will be forthcoming.
apparently some drama went down between my cousin devon and the director but i wasn't present as he was showing a video about the camp and i had to bail. i get shocks of pain when i see those gnarly casts with bolts and stuff, extreme cases of different-ability, wheelchair-bound people and anyone with just about any birth defect. i also tend to get light-headed and/or faint inside hospitals or while trying to watch Murderball.
my uncle rick and cousin dillon brought up a load of guns. i found out i'm pretty handy with the ol' weaponry and i'm thinking seriously about getting a gun license now...
ps: with tyler's help and uncle rick's F-250, i was able to haul my truck down from Sonora to grandma and grandpa's house yesterday. hopefully after uncle rick gets back from belize on thursday he'll still be interested in buying it...
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