So it's 4th grade, great age to climb trees right? I loved climbing trees as kid until this day when I went climbing trees with my 4th grade buddy. I was real high up maybe only five feet when I stepped out on a dead branch and snap! There I go falling ass first into a huge patch of prickly pear cactus! OOOOOUUUUUCCCCHHH! My poor loving mother soaked me in the bathtub and picked thorns out my backside for the rest of the day.

So when I was in 7th grade, my parents were gracious enough to take a huge family trip out west to visit my Uncle Mike, Sheila and my cousins Drew and Sean .

I am still so gracious of them for taking us, because I had such an amazing experience. Even though in all of the photos I have no smiles in them.

I guess I dont remember or have time to post every little thing, so I will just post the major things that happened.

On the flight over there, my parents got a cheap "Milk run" that stopped over about 3 times. This was disasterous to my mom and mys stomach and we both ended up barfing together on the last leg.

I barfed out some ranch doritos, so it was absolutely disgusting as you can imagine.

The main reason why we got so sick was not the milk run, but the maneuvers that the airplane did. It pretty much did a complete inversion and turn around before landing.

I remember seeing some old lady next to me being disgusted.

We chilled for a while once we got there, but then . . . Read More..