So this past weekend I had a wonderful time at a family reunion. Sure, there were crazy people and weird people I have nver met, but I had the most wonderful time visiting with all these people that I have known my entire life.
I also had to sleep in a tent for two nights, got a sunburn on my face, and ate more then I could have ever imagined. I also won a bronze medal in the Merkara Olympics.
For those of you who aren't cool enough to be able to take part in the Merkara Olympics, it is named after my mother's family farm, and has been going on every four years for the last twelve years, starting with a spur of the moment obstacle coarse and now includes themes, costumes, an opening ceremony and this year 18 countries, and 8 events.
I was the USA 12 years ago, partnered with my uncle, and this year reformed with my nephew Aidan. He was a cowboy and I wore a fish hat with a bald eagle sewn to it. We won best dressed, and then a bronze in donut eating competition. It was superb!
Overall the whole weekend was wonderful. We brought together the entire "Granny's Clan" and ate and played games, and sat around a giant fire, and drank, and laughed, and plunged toilets. Because we are weird when a new child is born it is given a number and that number is like a second name for you. Your whole familial life is determined whether you are and odd or even number. We had a conversation this weekend about whether my cousin would still be named Steven if he wasn't an even, or would he have been named Todd. It is weird and unexplainable and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I just love my family.