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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

A Family

The first time I met them, they were at their family Christmas party, outside in a "discussion" with their "G-aunt" (you know what it means) about premarital sex while everyone else was watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. They were on the side of the argument that I would have been on against the G-aunt. Thus, I knew I liked them. Immediately.

When my sister stayed at their house with me, she said they were very cool, funny, fun and "low-maintenance". All very good things.

When I took my little sister up with me to visit them, she had only met them for 10 minutes and she said she'd rather stay and hang out with them than go to Sea World with me. So I let her. And when I got back, they said, "She's not very shy, is she?" The next time I was up there, little sister wasn't with me, and they all asked why she wasn't, all disappointed.

They're probably the most efficient and fun group of movers I've ever seen in action.

Yes, they're my bf's family and they're wonderful. Absolutely blogworthy. And they like me too, which makes things happy for everyone.

A couple weeks ago, I was up near their home with my family. Bf couldn't make it, but little sister and I ended up hanging out with them anyway. Which was great. A little unusual, I know, but great. And this weekend, I got to attend a 1-year-old nephew's birthday party.

You know it's a party when you're given a spectacular margarita that you didn't even ask for and it is exclaimed that the 11-year-old sister has been punched in the nose by a 2-year-old nephew and her nose has been bleeding for the past 45 minutes. Now that's action! No one ever got a bloody nose, or even a black eye, for that matter, at any of the parties I helped throw in college, for which I won the Best Parties Award. Seriously.

7 siblings, 2 parents, 2 in-laws and 3 grandchildren (or 5 if you count those in utero) are pretty much the most fun you could possibly have. Sports, games, you name it. They talk about important things. They make sure that everyone's going to mass. They call and check up on each other. They play a lot of games and sports. They know their dad's tough and strong and dependable. They respect their mom as a great intellectual and a saint. They know what's right and wrong.

I know I have a pretty damn cool family. I have always been proud of that. These people are the same way. They know it and are proud too. They're extremely different from mine. Having 5 boys is a big difference.

They made my 4th weekend, along with a great party on a golf course with my family one of the best ever.

2 Comments:

Blogger Beatrix Kiddo said...

And, it's official- you people make me feel like The Grinch That Stole Christmas.

2:43 PM  
Blogger Einstein said...

I gotta meet these people. Seriously there is a family out there more wild and crazy than mine. Hot damn!!

1:17 PM  

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