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Hey all. My grandmother passed on Wednesday at age 94. She was an interesting woman if nothing else; one of the stories that we always mention about her is picking up smoking again at age 87, just because she figured that it really wasn't going to do anything to her. The funeral was the first time that the entire family has been together in as long as I can remember. It was good to be able to put aside all of the family squabbling nonsense that always seems to be going on. Problem is, it only lasted until the end of the funeral. My family is really, phenomenally good at driving each other insane. Everyone was involved in some sort of spat in the course of the next two days. Its just kinda how we are.

Things weren't all bad, I guess. I went hiking with my cousin Keith and my sister Maddy. Hiking is one of those things that I've always enjoyed, but haven't really been able to do in the Midwest. We went to a Cyclones game on Saturday, which was fun except for one of the most bizzare experiences I've had at a baseball game. So, they were throwing T-Shirts into the stands, and I was holding my 3-year old cousin Burlton (yea, i know) up to get a T-Shirt. The T-Shirt girl acquiesed and threw him a shirt. Unfortunately, Burlton is not exactly Randy Moss, and the shirt bounced off his chest. It landed in the row below, next to this white-haired guy. I assumed that he was going to give the kid the shirt back, but he just put it in his pocket and refused to acknowledge me. I mean, who does that?

Less than a week till Georgetown. Not sure exactly how I'm feeling, and my clothes aren't packed, but its gonna happen regardless and I have to be ready.

May all your hits be crits,
B