Oops

I've been really bad at posting lately, and pathetically enough it is because I can't find my card reader, so have no new pictures. What good is a story without pictures?
So while I've waited in vain for my card reader to magically appear or else my pictures to magically transfer to my computer, I have missed posting about a Rohdenburg family reunion, my friend's rib-cracking surgery, my little sister's sojourn to France, and my trip to Maine.
Since the last thing happened most recently (I just drove back last night) that's what I'm going to write about, despite the lack of pictures.
I went up to Maine to visit a friend of mine (Matt), taking "my Australian" (my GPS has an Australian accent) with me, and so Matt refused to email me directions, saying I should test out my GPS. I found out later he didn't email me directions because he didn't think I could read a map, because "most girls can't." Kate and Amanda should rest assured that I quickly called him out on being a sexist schmuck, and got better directions for the trip home. All in all, the trip cost me SEVEN TOLLS. Seven tolls in a stick-shift car with roll-down windows. I am NOT that coordinated. I told Matt he owes me big-time. I'm making him go visit Nedra with me. I haven't told Nedra yet.
While I was there, we went out shooting (I think to make up for the five tolls I hit on the way up, which I insisted on grumbling about) and I shot a shotgun for the first time. Screw that. My shoulder KILLS. Plus I have much better aim with rifles and handguns.
We also went out to dinner twice, went to the movies (Inglorious Basterds) went to the bar... but most of the time we just hung out. Aside from the ridiculously long car rides, all in all not a bad trip.