Aunt G and, Yes, Uncle Rico

It's been way too long since my last post, mostly because a grand total of nothing much was going on. Until I went home last weekend! I like Indy more every time I go back. They've brought a lot of culture and personality to downtown. So if you ever find yourself there, don't despair! Naptown's not so bad.

A definte highlight of the trip: Meeting the latest member of the Wu family, my cousin Chris's son, Nicholas. I have tons of cousins, but Chris and his brother, Dave, were the only ones we really grew up with in Indy. And back then, folks in my family didn't call me Angie. I was Gi-gi or G, like the letter, not like the French Gigi. Everyone but my dad switched to Angie once I hit college -- I kinda miss it. So that's why I've decided that to little Nick, I'll be Aunt G. "Aunt Angie" is kinda awkward to say, anyway.

But the best part is that this makes my brother, who always has been known in the family as Rico ... Uncle Rico. His response when I told him this: "How much you wanna bet I can throw a football over dem mountains?"

Nicky blue eyes with mom Kris and new panda pal from D.C.