Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Saturday, December 09, 2006
 
I was chatting with my sister last night (until the wee hours of the morn) about our cousins. I am not in touch with any of them. I don't hate them, necessarily. I just find that we have such differing points of view, in general. So different, that I have decided that I would rather not be part of their lives. Not that they are dying to be part of mine. So, it's seems like a win-win situation. Truth be told, I am not one to suffer fools gladly and my cousins are just a bunch of fools.

During our talk, my sister mentioned a few cousins who I haven't seen in forever. I think I may have been a 'tween the last time I saw them. And now, I am pushing 40. Anyway, I said to my sister, "How interesting would it be to have all 19 of our first cousins spend a few days together?" I think my sister's nervous giggle said it all. She asked what we would even talk about. I replied that I am sure we were adult enough to make conversation. Even mundane conversation.

Of course, this would never happen. Or, if there was a chance, it would be very remote. Very, very remote. So, I think what I am going to do is email all my first cousins and request a current picture or two or three from them. Maybe a short message too. And, maybe create a blog that will double as a family tree.

I think I may have come up with a second project. And, if you are wondering, the first project I took on has ended. And what did I discover? I just don't have certain talents that I wish I had. Later.
 
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