Family Weekend

Had a really good weekend. That's kind of important, since work is heating up, all at once, and I may not have another fun and relaxing weekend for awhile. My little sis was in town (without kids) and we went to Fremont Lakes, where some of the family was camping, and had a cookout. We were last minute invites, but decided to participate. My uncle, the generous soul he is, informed me not to worry about food or drink, there would be plenty. Of course, he provided the beer:( I realize I've become a beer snob over the years, but I played along, and insulted my taste buds with cheap light beer. He stuck one in my hand the minute I stepped out of the car, and proceeded to force inferior canned faux beer on me all afternoon. Funny thing happened, I drank beer for beer with my uncle, never received the slightest buzz, relieved myself twice, and wound up with an instant headache once I stopped and ate something. I'm just happy I didn't pay money to feel that crappy. But, the food, family, and conversation were great! Caught up with some non - relatives I haven't seen in quite some time. That was nice to see everybody healthy and doing OK. Spent the remainder of the evening out at the man cave, talking and enjoying the evening air. Sunday morning we met the same uncle and aunt at our favorite greasy spoon - Louie M's Burger Lust, down on 18th & Vinton St. Once again, food, family, and conversation was pleasant. After breakfast, we got my younger sibling on the road home, back to her boys. We took the kids bowling, after that, to the Old Market for ice cream at our favorite ice cream establishment - Ted & Wally's, a little shopping, a walk down by the ConAgra fountain, and then home. Whew! I'm just as tired writing as I was walking earlier. After arriving back at the homestead, I sat in bed, working on the Sunday paper sudoku and crossword puzzle, til I dozed off for about an hour and a half. We topped the evening off with consuming a light meal and watching a movie. Sent the kids to bed, and now it's my turn. As I tell my daughter every evening at bedtime, "see ya in the manana". I think that's Spanish for something?