"Home, Sweet Home"

It seems like New York was forever ago, but I just left yesterday morning. Derrick left earlier than I did, which was very sad. I feel bad for him, because I think the time will go by faster for me than for him. I'll be with family and doing stuff, and he'll just be home alone. Poor guy. I think he'll be playing tennis and golf with his buddies so hopefully that will help time go by fast for him.

So yesterday I took the train up to New Haven and my dad and bro and uncle picked me up. Got home, ate dinner, then I crashed for a couple hours. I was sooo sleepy. We watched some movies and just sat around really. Dad took me out in the Model A for a ride. It's been fun to hang out with my aunt and uncle. They're pretty fun as far as relatives go. Things are going OK with my mom. She helped me with my skirt, which is turning out to be a disaster. I'm just going to bag it and try something else. She did find a sewing machine for me so that's cool. How I'm going to get it home is another issue...

Didn't do anything today. Had lunch with dad at the Academy. Man, there are soo many good looking guys there. It doesn't hurt that they're all in uniforms either.... :)

Now it's 1130, but really 1030 to me, and I'm not really tired. But everyone got kicked out to bed b/c Morgan's sleeping in the living room and he has a final tomorrow. Luckily they have wireless and a laptop so I have at least something to do.

Tomorrow my grandma and gramps come in, so things are sure to only get more hectic around here. Oh, and check this out: I guess Morgan only gets 4 tickets to graduation, so right now as it stands mom and dad and the grandparents are going. Isn't that just fan-freaking-tastic. Again, something else that could have been brought to my attention before I bought a ticket to come out. What the hell is up with my family lately?

Yesterday was Father's Day, which was cool b/c I think the last time I was home for it was in 1999. So my dad was happy. He's a good guy, but I think he feels underappreciated. My mom works him to death--he never gets just a minute to relax. Granted, he likes to keep busy, but like tonite after dinner, we were all just sitting around the table talking and she made him go and do something, and we're all still sitting there. I mean, let the guy digest! He wants to chat too! I feel bad for him.

Well, I gotta pee. I've been waiting for a bathroom for awhile, so I better snag one while I have the chance.

Lata.