cheese world

I love my family. Everything about coming home has been great. Except for the showers. And the bed (which is fine, but I wake up in a panic cause I don't know where I am...). And the not having a car. But it's more than liveable. It's home!
Flying in was pretty funny. I know the landmarks of Milwaukee and as soon as you cross over from Lake Michigan, you are at the airport. Well, our pilot kept going. He kept going and going...and I saw fields and shit. I had NO clue where we were. We just crossed a huge span of water, it had to be Lake Michigan, so what IS the deal? I began to worry that I got on the wrong plane. I thought maybe the ticket said I was flying into a different airport...but WHAT airport? Then the plane did a 180 and we ended up back at the waterfront and the airport I actually know. We were ahead of schedule and he flew straight out and back again to the airport, as opposed to flying in circles over the airport. Phew!
Our dog Jake has transformed himself from a cute little hairball to a HUGE, ackward, adorable furball. His tail is like a fountain - it just spurts out hair. He still has the cute baby face, but he is so damn big. And goofy. Chip, my baby, is older. I love her to death and we all call her a pup, but she is getting slower, and quieter, and it's sad to see, but she is still in really good shape and great looking.
My sister is the same from when she visited in DC, but she is a CRAZY driver. Good God, and you all thought I was bad...get beside her when she is behind the wheel...makes me want a drink, or change seats to the driver's side or the back, where I can close my eyes.
Doug is cool as ever. He wants to open a bar here and I told him if he did that I would move back here to help him out. We'll see. Donny is hilarious as ever. I don't know where he wound up so funny, as my father and stepmom never seemed all that cool and hip, like Doug and I are...go figure. =)
His graduation was awesome. We yelled at him, and it was weird going to a town where everyone knows "Beattie" and the name is yelled frequently (and on good terms, not, "Kiss my ass, Beattie." Although I am sure he gets that a lot too.
I got sunburned sitting outside, which is good, as I am a pasty white girl. My grandma is still bitter as hell and fiesty. I saw a ton of people I haven't seen anywhere from 1-6 years and I have only been here 1.5 days. I feel like I got a lot accomplished even though I haven't really done anything.
My mom and dad look great and are awesome. They have yet again converted the house, and it looks great. Mom got a treadmill and I almost keeled over on it the other night. I was goofing around with Jenna and she set the speed really high and I lost my sandal and almost fell off backwards into the closet, which has mirrors for doors. Boy did she feel bad after that! Damn sister...trying to kill me on my first night =)
It felt like the National Lampoons go to graduation today as my crabby grandma, aunt, dad, and Lisa, were all freaking out about how/when we were going to get there, etc. I drove with my brothers in Donny's hoopdee and sat in the back while the boys both eyed all the tail in the SMALL ASS town of Oconomowoc. I learned a new sexual term from my brothers to my dismay, which I quickly forgot, but still have the lasting impression of Doug going, "You know, 2 in the pink, 1 in the stink." I am still traumatized. Gross. I can handle a lot of stuff, but I swear I blushed hearing them talk about that.
We ate dinner, watched my brother's football DVD - He got 8th in state! My family brags that he's the second fastest white kid in WI. When we gasp at the possible racist comment we just heard, we are given the, "What? It's a compliment. White kids can't jump. Or run." Oh-Kay.
Played pounce. My ass came in second. I was winning most of the way. Damnit. Went over to my Dad's neighbor's house to have a beer at someone's graduation party. They threatened to take him out by his ears if he didn't come. So we came over. No one knew who the fuck Doug and I were. My Dad was like, "These are my kids! From my first marriage." Donny introduced me as the sister that was not made up. I do exist. They all called Donny and my dad "Beattie" and were pretty damn funny, but it was weird watching them all co-exist in a world I totally didn't belong in. Regardless, it felt good to say I didn't live there and leave after drinking their beer.
Donny proceeded to tell dad that he was going to go drink some pepsi at the rest of the grad parties and that he was really good at drinking half barrels of pepsi, but it's tricky to do the head stands due to the carbonation.
He denied my offer to prove his mad pepsi drinking skills by shotgunning a pepsi on the spot.
The end of my long WI-updating ramblings. There will be more.