We made a quick trip to California this weekend to go to my Grandma's funeral. It was an insane trip and reminded of the good ole' days of road trips with the LaCognata's. Even though we're all grown up now, it was no different. Thankfully, we flew to California and avoided our inevitable break down, that happens no matter what car we take.
Those trips were so miserable at the time and I do not know what Peg and John were thinking taking four kids and dog in a sketchy van to California. I'm real glad they did though, because the memories are the best. If we weren't broken down, Lindsay was puking, or I was smearing candy all over my face. One year, on our way to Bear Lake, our misfortune started real early. We were pulling out of Vista Drive and realized that the back of the van did not get closed tightly. All our stuff (that took us hours of strategic packing to fit everything) was the road. The sleeping bags were rolling down the street and almost made it down the hill. We pulled over and all scrambled in between cars to get our stuff, and after that bad omen, we thought it was still a good idea to go. About a half hour later, in Centerville, Lindsay was already car sick. That's right, nothing but freeway, but she couldn't take it and threw up all over. It was usually about a four hour drive to Bear Lake. Perhaps, this is why we can relate so well to the Griswold's. But anyway...
The LaCognata's were airborne for the first time, and it was so great. Peg and John had to take an early flight on the way there, and it's a good thing because they were able to prepare us for everything. John called us multiple times to make sure that we were going to make the flight. The second time he called I pretended we were just waking up and he did not think it was very funny. He made a call to tell us that there was snow on the way to airport and to leave earlier than we had planned. This gave us two and half hours to kill instead of just two. We roamed around and made fun of people, we saw the McAllister's running to catch their plane and wished them luck, we ate an early lunch, and accepted a magazine from a lady during the announcement that said not to accept anything from strangers. We are so bad at "airporting". John then called us to tell us that they landed, and to warn us about the "low-key" airport at Long Beach. "It's not like SL or LAX, I just wanted to warn you. You walk right off the plane onto the tarmac." I told him we'd be ready, and we were.
Once we got to California, and reunited with some long lost family members, me, mike and linz concluded that we are doomed to craziness. It just comes with the name.
It was a fun little trip with a million inside jokes. I always knew we had a lot of inside jokes as a family, but I didn't realize how fast we can accumulate them. We got some good ones this trip that will probably last for a long time.
I love my family, they are so great. It was good to hang out without kids for a little while and re-get to know each other.
This is us at the funeral.
I'm so grateful for my Grandma LaCognata. She had an awesome name that I used to brag about in Elementary and made my friends memorize: Donna-Zetta Gibson Fox Lawver LaCognata. She gave me the name LaCognata. She raised my dad, she gave him his tendency to worry, but also his capacity to love and quirky sense of humor. I'm so excited for her and that she can finally be reunited with her husband after living for over 40 years without him.
I can't wait for Thanksgiving to see everyone and play with a million babies.