Happy New Year, all! I suspect that this will me my longest post yet, but here goes.
While we were at my grandmother's house, I sorta got stuck in a tree. You see, there's this tree that has kind've low branches, so me and my younger cousins can climb and the parents won't freak. Anyway, I got up pretty high. There was this thick branch that spiked off two different ways and couple feet up on one there was this kind've thick branch that came off. So I gragged it and pulled myelf up. I kind've swung my legs around so that I was facing the other half of the original thing and brace myself against it. Well, on my way back down I slid a bit and got my foot stuck in the part where they seperate, while my other foot is stretched down trying to find a place to put my weight and the rest of me is holding on for dear life. Highly amusing to watch, disturbing and unsettling to experience.
Hey, guess what I found out? My grandfather's seventh cousin twice removed was an inventer. He came up with the electric car starter. So if it wasn't for him, you couldn't just turn a key to srart a car. You'd have to crank the engine up manually. Cool, right?
Also I got to see my third or something cousins, Pam and Norbert, and hear the story of how they met.
She knew he existed when she was thirteen but she didn't really know him or like him, for that matter. My grandfather was her pastor and he kept telling her, "You've got to meet my nephews. You'd like them." And she brushed him off, like "Boys? I like em, but not your nephews!"
She actually met Norbert's older brother before she met him. He came to their Youth group and all the girls were competing for his attention. She won, of course, but it was short-lived. She didn't really like him and she told her pastor so.
Then, a very very long time later, my grandmother is at some sort of dinner thing and she officially introduces them (Pam and Norbert). And according to them, they couldn't seperate the two and everyone was trying really hard to get them together. Like, they were all going to this restraunt to eat dinner and no one sat down, so after a moment Pam was like, "Come on, Norbert. Let's get a seat. And once they were sitting next to eachother, everyone else arranged themselves around them.
So they met eachother for a very short time and exchanged addresses, then off he goes to Germany, where he lived, and she writes him a letter. Waits a bit, then writes him again.
No response.
Pam had decided not to write him again until one of her friends (maybe a family member, I forget) was like, "Why not? It's not like you get to see him often and be all embarrassed." So she writes him again.
This time he writes back. Nex thing you know, they're writing like ten-page letters every week to each other, just writing about all this really deep stuff.
Norbert admits that he isn't a great communicator and that it was easier to tell her everything on paper than in person. So he thinks that maybe if he had lived closer or if they'd met earlier, things might not have gone like they did.
So he comes back at some point and then invites her to Germany. While they were telling us the story, she made a comment about how he had to get approval from his family and all of his friends. He made a comment like, "Well, that's what a physician does: get a second opinion." 'Cause he does something with medicine, not sure what. They're really funny, by the way. Great entertainers.
Anyway, one of Norberts friends had a conversation with him. Pam really likes the girl and told Norbert to tell us about the conversation. Norbert said, "Well, you couldn't really call it a conversation. She said, 'So what the heck are you waiting for?' and that was it." Again, really funny to hear him say it.
So they got married after a little over a year of knowing each other and having only been with each other for five weeks, spread out.
Cool, huh?
At my other grandmother's house we got to meet my uncle's "friend" Laura. She's nice. She's at our house now with my uncle watching a football game.
She brough her PS2 to my grandmother's house and my uncle brought the Simpsons Road Rage game over and we all took turns playing for two or so days straight until we got up to 1 million dollars. According to the ratings, my unlce in a "Madman", I'm "Insane", and my dad is something else that is better than mine but not as good as my uncle's.
I think I'm done. Wow, that was longer than I thought it would be....
Happy New Year!!!