My family

Everyone says my family is huge. And it is. We'll be at Dairy Queen or the grocery store and someone will pass and I'll whisper to Nate "That's my dad's cousins daughter". But I don't always say hi because half the time I'm not sure they'll recognize me or I can't remember their first name. And who wants to be the idiot who can't remember who their family is?

Case in point: Our wedding. We had 240 people there and about 125 were related to me. And I only invited great aunts and uncles - maybe 5 of my dads first cousins - and not one third cousin. How wrong is that? My whole family couldn't even come to my wedding. I should be Italian or Greek or something.

I mostly just hang out with my immediate family anyhow. Like last night. We were bad children and didn't take my dad out on Father's Day. All he got from me was a hug and a look at my ultrasound pics. So we thought we should take him for dinner. At first the plan was the Keg, but he strongly objected to having his kids spend that much money on him. Fine. So we went to Frogstone. Also fine. The food was very good, as usual. But sitting there amongst my four siblings, parents, and the three extra add-ons (my DH, Meg's DH, & Matt's girl who will be his wife in 10 days) I noticed that my family is LOUD.

About 10 minutes after we got there, I think the waitress was cursing us and wishing we would just leave. She was taking orders over Matt yelling at Joe and Phil laughing hysterically. I can't remember how many times I had to shush them all (Oldest child syndrome). And in true Matt format he cut his finger with the steak knife as he was talking to me about work. My brother should have died years ago- really...He truly has 9 lives (or 50).

The highlight of the whole night would have to be when Christa got hot sauce in her eye. Wait. I'm not a sadist. I didn't sit there and laugh at her...the fun followed soon thereafter. Megan decided that she would help by taking one of the unused water glasses from the table and reaching across to pour it in Christa's eye. Christa was sitting up a bit and reaching back to try and find relief. It was quite comical really. Water was splashing everywhere and they were both laughing. So much so that when Megan placed the water back on the table, it swiftly spilled all over and about 99% landed on every item of MY clothing. My jeans were soaked, blouse was drenched. It was shockingly cold too. They then joked that it looked like my water broke.