I'm baaaaaack! (said in girl from Poltergeist voice)

Hello again, my sweet blog readers! I'm back from LA, not quite empty handed, but with no tales of violence to entertain you. Well, one tale of violence, but only involving myself and a turnstile. You would think someone my age would know how to operate a turnstile. You'd think. Judging by the bruise on my thigh, I'm lacking in turnstile education. Oh well, practice makes perfect right?
So, I spent one dinner with my Nazi brother in law and his Nazi-in-training son. I have to ignore what this guy says or I will drive myself crazy. I've been dealing with him for over 9 years now, and have found that the selective hearing method is best in handling the holidays. I've argued, I've debated, I've tried to prove my point. This guy is so good he almost had me convinced once that there's no such thing as Mexicans. I swear, I thought I had a clear stance on that one, being half Mexican myself, but no! I was almost convinced! I had no argument at all. I was speechless. Since then, I smile and look away whenever he talks. I'd hate to have him convince me that I'm lazy, and a criminal to boot.
We saw The Incredibles! It was.....absolutely incredible! I loved it so much, I was laughing louder and more often than anyone else in that theater. I totally want to be a superhero. Capeless, of course. (Cat, you know what I mean) Although, having a cape is pretty much the coolest thing about a superhero costume. Spandex I could do without.
Disneyland was really fun, my son loved it of course. It was freezing though, can you believe it? Jackets and hats at Disneyland! What? I got the coolest Jack Skellington sweatshirt. Spent $44 on it, but it was so worth it. I love Jack Skellington.
The drive home was a bitch. Lots of traffic. I wished for a teleporter not once, but twice. I wondered how traumatized Caden would be to see me throw myself out the window. I thought "Oh my god, I'm Rachel!"
Mel was "too busy" to hang out with me. I see how it goes...Grace and Nina call and it's "hey! I can't get into my car fast enough!". I call and Mel's like "oh sorry I just had dinner...maybe next time". Hmmm...... That's OK, I'm supposed to hook up with her next month when she's up here. If I'm not too busy that is. Kidding Mel! Now I will have the home field advantage...haha.
Remember the Monkey Battles!!!