But the war is not over yet.

I suppose that this July 4th was pretty good as they go. I got to meet someone new; a little girl named Caitlin and her moms were there. They were nice; I talked to them for a bit and helped Caitlin catch fireflies. She caught two and named them Bumblebee and Lightning McQueen. I caught one and named it Zippo; and a moth I named Matchstick.

And I do know that the fireworks I saw were awesome. I may just be stupid or something but I like how Fireworks kinda look like flowers.

Those were the high points of my evening. The major problem I had was with my family. Now don’t get me wrong; I love my family to death… I just don’t like spending a lot of time with them; in particular my 4 uncles and their children. I am the only one in my age generation to be… Well… Clean is the only way to put it. All the others; girls included, have no problem walking out in a muddy field and wrestling. I on the other hand; do. And I’m physically weaker than most of them; something that they always seem to delight in tormenting me with.

Everytime I visit I get challenged to arm wrestling and stuff like that. And each year my fingers end up being bruised and crushed in their giant meaty hands. And then my arm gets whammed to the table in like three seconds flat and they all laugh stupidly. I HATE THAT.

I don’t like nature either, and they always seem to think it’s funny when I tripped or something over a tiny rock or invisible dips in the ground. Nature hates me back. AND BUGS! Thousands of them this year; hundreds of tiny little mosquitoes that seemed to love me. I got bitten in places I didn’t know I had; and no amount of spray could hold them off…

My Uncle Tom heckled me unmercifully; but that’s to be expected. He does it every time he sees me, even over the phone when he can. But it’s kinda weird; when he pokes fun at me it’s like he doesn’t mean it and yet does at the same time….

The very last grievance I have is with the food they serve at the family Fourth of July firework show. No one seems to understand that I am unable to eat most picnic foods. Hotdogs, macaroni salad, coleslaw; etc., etc.; can all cause me to get stomach aches and being around them makes me ill to my stomach to where I feel like I need to throw up.

AND YET every year they serve these foods with nothing left out for me to eat. SO right now my stomach is yelling at me for being such a dunder-head and eating what I did…

ALL IN ALL; my 4th was okay and rather usual. Hope that yours went over smoothly for those of you who celebrate it.

This'll be the last journal of mine in a while, I feel like I've been spamming you.