As I promised, here's a post about someone else. Well, technically it's about multiple people.
I have a fairly small family. I don't know a lot of relatives, and I don't like even more of them. But I've got my siblings and my parents and I don't need anything else. See, my family is really awesome. I've got my two brothers (one of whom is an in-law) who are both masters on an X Box, my sister who is a MAC pro, my blind father that manages to shock those that he meets with his brilliance, and my mom who makes friends at bus stops because everyone loves her, even if she doesn't love herself.
Nearly every Sunday, we all get together at somebody's house and have "family night". Generally my siblings will tease me mercilessly and poke fun at everything I do, though I don't mind it. I grew up around that, y'know? My mom'll sit in her chair and my dad'll sit in his and everyone will just sit around eating whatever dinner has been prepared and cracking jokes.
We even have family songs. There's "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba that inspires the will to keep going and the desire to blast music in the car while driving down the freeway with the windows rolled down. There's also "Baba O'Riley" by the Who (most people think the song is called "Teenage Wasteland" when it isn't) which is about hard work and earning the goddamn right to live.
Everytime someone comes over to my house on family night, they generally end up either completely shocked at the way we do things...or they can't stop laughing. We do that to people. They either stand in the doorway with dazed expressions on their faces or they just grin and grin.
We're the Peevy family. We're Irish. We're hilarious. We're hard working and we totally kick ass.
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