You know I had to get some kind of lolcat reference in there...
I may have mentioned on this blog that I have a huge family. Both of my parents are the oldest of five. I have 25 first cousins! And as you also know, my family's a bit odd. For reasons I still don't understand, I have relatives that I hadn't met until recently. But what a fun meeting it was!
My late grandmother's sister lives in my state, and we got in touch after my grandmother died a couple of years ago. She and her husband were up in this area recently - where, as it turns out, my dad's cousin and her husband also live - and we all met up for dinner.
Mind you, my grandmother was serious and I don't think she ever said "poop" in her entire life. Her sister, however, will send me e-mails like, "What the FUCK is going on with Romney, RK?!" So you know we have DNA in common. All of these years I thought I took after my grandfather's side, but now I know the truth. Like Mr. RK, her husband P sat quietly, probably wondering how he had gotten himself entangled with our family.
Some highlights from dinner:
- B, my dad's cousin's husband, takes amazing cat pictures. (They are cat freaks, like us.) One such image was lifted and when he did a Google search for it, 15 entire pages with his picture came up. One was on a gay porn site. Of course, he swears that he doesn't know how - or want to know why - it got there. I'm not sure I want to know, either.
- My dad's cousin S asked, "Did she (my grandmother) ever talk about Crazy Aunt P?" Um, no. Here, again, I thought all of the crazies came from my grandfather's side, and again I was wrong. Aunt P dyed her hair bright orange, wore green pants, and when she was dissatisfied with her walker, she pushed a lawnmower.
I am not making this up.
Mr. RK, to wit, said, "In your family? Yes, I can believe that."
- S used to be married to someone with the word "letch" in his last name. She didn't change her last name to B's when they got married, "Because she said my last name sucked." His last name is a piece of furniture.
Great aunt M is going to be 80 in a few months and she looks 60; her daughter S is 51 and I thought she was my age. Please, pass these genes to me!
I don't meet that many people that I like, and I liked all of them quite a bit.
PS Don't worry. They knew I'd be blogging about this.