I've been reading various blogs by members of my family and I have to admit...I'm jealous. They are witty and intelligent. They make me literally laugh out loud. They make me think.
And what do I think? I think that my family is very cool. I think that if they were not family, these would be people that I would have for friends. But I also think..."I didn't know that?!?" or "Really???" but mostly they make me think, "Wow! Why don't I spend more time with these people? Why don't I ask more questions? Why do I waste hours playing Mafia Wars when reading Dwayne's blog is infinitely more entertaining?"
Both sides of my family are large, loud and like to spend time together. It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized this is not normal. I know my great aunts and uncles. I have a great-great aunt that I see almost every year. I was blessed to have my great grandmother until I was in my 20s. I have met people in my adult life who barely know their aunts and uncles...let alone actually spend quality time with 3rd and 4th cousins. The Goldys and the Browns are different in a lot of ways...but both are, without a doubt, very close and loving families that I am proud to be a part of. (preposition at the end; sorry)
The best times spent with either side of my family are when the stories are told. No tall tales necessary here. Plenty of wackiness and hijinks without embellishment. Whenever a few of us gather, the rest are sure to be regaled with hillarious experiences.
So, not only does my family A) Love each other B) Like to spend time together but we also C) Have an absolute blast. I can honestly say that most of the best times of my life have occurred with my family. Camping trips, the Lots, playing cards, reunions...you name it.
Why in the heck don't we play cards anymore? What's up with that? Growing up, we did it all the time. I can remember first having the person whose lap I was sitting in point to the card for me to play for them, then graduating to guessing the correct card and looking back expectantly for the answer as to whether I was right or not to finally being my own player. All grown-up and playing cards by myself. And let's face it, I am my father's daughter so the crazier the bet the more I'm in...but we don't play anymore. WHY??? This needs to be rectified and soon. We have new generations coming up. They need to see this and be a part of the 2 AM evenings, listening to Papaw talk in his sleep on the couch while we're still betting on roll your own or follow the queen (I like Follow the Bitch better, but I don't want to offend anyone). What the hell, it's my blog. What happened to it being ok to have a beer or 3 at a family function? While I will agree that the smoke filled haze of the room will not be missed (I'm a smoker and even I hated that) the rest of my childhood memories of cards involved drinking, betting, a little swearing and A LOT of family fun.
I want to resurect poker, rook, spoons, 99...if you know the rules, we'll give it a shot. We don't have to wait for a holiday or an occasion. We can do it on a Tuesday...well, maybe we should stick to the weekend for those who have to work early on weekdays, but COME ON! You're not too old to schlep over to someone's house for the evening to play cards and tell tales. And if you are, we'll pick you up and get you home safely. The most important part is just to be there.
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