My family

I just wrote someone today the following "my family is disfunctional and weird, but I love it." And I stand by that 100%. I think life would be so boring if my family was normal.

I have spent the last three days half baby-sitting my sister's kids in Little Rock. I say half baby-sitting because the oldest one is 12. He can really look after himself and the other two, but they like having me around so that they can have a third player in card games and laser tag. I'm always out first. When I was little, I used to hate to be out first. Now at 34, I'm all good with it. It means I can sit back and half fall asleep while they finish the game.

I learnt new phrases this weekend:
Booty-cushion - means butt
Nub - means someone who knows nothing about electronics or new stuff (aka ME)

I was a bad aunt and yet a good aunt. I downloaded all these songs for my nephews IPOD his mom wouldn't let him have. Me, being smarter then the average bear, downloaded the versions with no explicit lyrics. So, in the end, I wasn't downloading anything bad. Half of one of his songs is bleeped out.

I then turned him on to some old Cure and Joy Division. It was a joy to see an eight year old discover a love for 80s british pop.

Anyway, after three days and a countless number of games of war, my head just hurts. I self medicated with a 2001 Chateauneauf de pape that I snuck over in my suitcase. I shared it with my sister. I thought she deserved it.

I didn't bring up that I was secretly celebrating that it had been exactly 6 years since she beat breast cancer. She doesn't like to talk about it. Its just not spoken of. So, when we gave each other a toast tonight, I just said it to myself.