So I still call going to my parent's house in St. Louis going home. Funny how that word can define so many places. Anyway, when I say I went home this past weekend, I mean I went home to St. Louis. Despite the fact that I call my own place here at the lake home also... St. Louis is where I was born and raised (and on the playground is where I spent most of my days...) and will therefore always be home to me as well.
So the computer has issues. But issues I can deal with. I don't have to be without my computer. I might lose pictures and music though so please keep your fingers crossed that doesn't happen. I have (had) two hard drives and one of them was just for files. And that's he one that's corrupted. Hopefully a friend can do some data recovery though and transfer it over to another hard drive and life can go on.
I took the Wii home also. I'd been talking about it and my mom wanted to check it out. She loves it and wants to buy one for herself, lol. I don't think she will... she mentioned the price. And she would definitely want the Wii Fit (that's what we played the most). So I'm thinking maybe getting people to go in on one for her for mother's day or her birthday. She said I had to bring it home with me next time I go... lol. I'm glad she liked it because I was worried she'd say, "you spent how much on this crap?!?" Ha.
Of course while I was messing with the computer SOMEBODY had to stick his nose where it didn't belong and try to tell me what was wrong with it. The same SOMEBODY who doesn't know how to turn on the cd player half the time. Sure bud... you know what you're talking about.
Before going to St. Louis on Friday, I went to the doctor about the neck issue. It's looking like I'll be having surgery again. After school though because he said I'd be out for almost a week. It'd require an overnight hospital stay.
While I was in St. Louis, my mom pulled out all my (and my brothers) past school pictures. That was kind of fun to look at. All I could think was, "What in the hell was I thinking?!?" when looking at some of my hairstyles. Oh dear. Then she pulled out HER school pictures! Scary how much we look alike.
And we watched a video made of old 35mm film from Giz's family. From when he was kid. It was awesome to see him and his brothers and sister sledding, riding a homemade gokart, swimming the backyard pool, on camping trips, playing ball at the park... based on the video, he and his siblings had a really great childhood. And it kills me to see the way they all treat their mother now. I really think they took having such a large family for granted. Tons of cousins. Aunts and Uncles all over the place. Not to mention a father and mother who did anything for them. It was also neat looking at it from a historical perspective. Grandma still lives in the same house so it was neat seeing that. 270 runs right behind it and in the video, the highway had just been built and there was barely a car on it. On the other side of the highway was just farm land. And now there's West County mall. It's crazy to see how much it's all changed!
My other grandparents came up for my mom to do my taxes and it was nice to see them, too.
Overall, I had a really enjoyable time at home (one of the best visits in recent history) and it was a little tough to leave on Sunday.
Monday, March 9, 2009
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Wow! You had a crazy trip! That's great. I love you! And I love the "playground where..." part of the post! I was singing right along! AWESOME!
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