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Mississippi, Illinois, Colorado. On the road there is shredded tires and roadkill everywhere. Lots of trees. Cloud are bright. Rock to the windshield. Left right left right all day on the highway. My mother asks me all what I'm thinking all the time and half the time I'm not thinking about anything. Wow, isn't that beautiful? Yes mom. Wow, isn't that beautiful? Yes mom. Wow, isn't that beautiful? Yes mother, you don't have to tell me something is beautiful every two miles. Mother chews her gum too damn loud. Has to go to the restroom every 10 miles, makes me so frustrated. Washington plates reminded me of Brianna whenever I saw them. I see signs on along the road and they say Watkins and it makes me think of Wil, and they say Monroe and it makes me think of Emily, and they say Carollton and it makes me think of Tricia, and they say Krystal and it makes me think of that Korean. Driving through Tennessee reminded me of Erin. Uncle Russ lives in Benson, Arizona and we visited him for about an hour and a half and within that period of time he had about 10 cigarettes. He says he wants me to come down whenever I want to visit and ride his horses and I thought maybe Susan would like to. Holden is about two years old and he calls me pretty girl and copies whatever I do and always wants to sit in my lap. This part is mainly for me more or less to remember her but you can read it if you want. Went to Mississippi to visit my Great Aunt Sara. I didn't know what to expect at first, I figured she was an old mean lady. She has to be the sweetest person I have ever met. And the most talented. Her paintings and pastel work is phenomenal. Before we were getting ready to leave she said she wanted to show me something, and she pulls out her bowl of pastels and showed me her techniques and says she wants me to try it and send her a picture for her, I'm going to work so hard on a picture for her. She's so amazing. 83 years old and still can paint better than ever will. She also made us lunch before we left for the trip to Illinois. Hard boiled eggs, which I'm not too fond of, but it was the sweetest thing ever. Reminded me when Alex made circle cheese/turkey with crackers for lunch. Sara doesn't like her husband, he is a dirty old man, you can't understand what he says most of the time, sound like a mixture of Bugs Bunny and Porky Pig really. She doesn't leave him I guess because he is too old and can't take care of himself. She says she wishes he'd just die. He's the kind of person that picks out flaws in everyone to make himself feel better about himself. Whatever, bye.