Snow is cold, yo.

I said BRRRRRR... It's cold in here! There must be some Walkers in the atmosphere!

That's right, there is. It's me on a plane. Again. Flying to the land of chowdah-heads. We took ANOTHER trip to NH this last week. Dad had some reunion to go to for high school (Go Sabers) and plus it was turkey day. Some excuse. I think they just really like watching people squirm in the airplane when I cry because someone I know [ahem] isn't fast enough with the ol' complimentary beverage service. I mean, these people have nowhere to hide. We're in a confined space. If I'm unhappy, I spread the word. I am Walker. Hear me roar.

I think I must be the most traveled 3.75 month-old out there*. It was worth it, though, because I was able to get some idea of why my parents chose to rear me in Georgia. It's called winter. Let me sum it up to you in a few words. If I had juevos, they would have shriveled up and hid inside of me. Luckily for me, they're already there. My Uncle Colin had a football game to play on Thanksgiving Day, and it snowed the whole time. He lost all his fingers, three toes, and half of an earlobe to frostbite. It was that bad.

We took some pictures of us in the snow. Note the look of pure joy on my face.

Being in Yankee-land basically means you walk around shivering all the time. It's a wonder they're not all skinnier from the constant muscle movement. You can barely do anything when it's that cold. You pretty much have to stay inside and huddle around the heater vents all day. It's no wonder there are so many kids born in the summer up there - with such cold all people do is spend their time humping to keep warm. Compound that by the large Catholic presence, and you get an idea of what's going on. Freakin' Cold + Catholicism / (Irish + French Candian) = Lotta Humpin'

Dad said he had a good time at the reunion. He said it was basically a bunch of people he barely remembers asking him how much he liked living in Georgia and congrats on being a new dad. Uncle Chip said they kept asking him how much he liked living in Georgia and congrats on being a new dad, too. Hey morons! Uncle Chip doesn't look anything like Dad. You think these "classmates" of theirs could keep the two sorted out in their drunky Yankee minds. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Brad Owens.

So all in all, the trip was nice. The food was good. The company was better. I saw all of my various cousins again, and my two uncles on that side. Dad says I'll like Uncle Cole and Aunt Rachel on the other side better since they're more my speed, but I have yet to meet these people.

It was a bummer to say goodbye, and there were many invitations to come back any time. Yeah right! Not unless you people figure out 1. how to heat the whole region- I'm thinking massive burning of birkenstocks, Annie DeFranco CD's, and Boston Red Sox Champs 2004 shirts (let it go); and 2. that a little makeup goes a long way. Damn you ugly.

This whole extended family thing wears me out. Gimme my amoxcicylin and some warm milk. I'm going to bed.

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*This statement of course excludes babies floating in rafts made out of old legos, banana peels, and duct tape with their parents, whom are seeking political asylum in el norte. Those bambinos had to basically swim their butts here.
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