Family...

So... The girl I always talk about... Has invited me to go to church at her ward on Sunday. This in and of itself isn't much of a problem. But... Her family is going to be there too. And not her nuclear family. I know them very well. :) But her more extended family. And, her family is quite... Unique. Mine is crazy. No doubt about it. But... Hers... Is unlike anything I've ever heard or known about.

And I don't have any reason, want, or permission to tell any of the stories I've heard. But they are quite... Unorthodox. I had one of her uncles very seriously interrogate me over her phone, which, when he found out she was talking with me, he immediately appropriated as his own, this beginning my thorough investigation. His wife, found out that I write on this blog, and actually read it aloud to any family members within earshot. So... They have a bit of an advantage. I have no idea if she's kept up with my blog, but what they read was bad enough... It was quite impressive. And I was rather embarrassed. They know much about me... But I know very little about them, besides the fact that thu are totally crazy, and may run me down for my interest in her.

I'm... Not sure how to deal with this idea. I asked her if she thought her family would like me, but she didn't give me any... Solid answers. Only what they might do to me.( I really need to find some protective gear to wear. Maybe some sort of force field generator....) But, they seem like nice people. If a bit crazy. ;) And I will give them all of the attention and good manners I have. Family is important.

Course, it's not the same on my side. She is absolutely afraid of my family. For whatever reason, I'm the only one who she feels comfortable around. To be fair, all of my family members are crazy. Dad is intense one second, and then totally chill at next moment. Mom is... Mom. She's fairly normal. Good natured. My older sister is plain crazy, in a totally good way. My younger brother is filterless, and his humor has no bounds. My younger sister talks nonstop and also has just a few filters, but not many. And Brisco is actually a six year old troll and generator of immense energy that never seems to run out. He's so strange and he has no bounds in any way shape or form. I'm... The odd duck. Fairly normal. But I am odd because of that. I'm quiet. And look completely different.

And even though she's good with me, it doesn't transfer over to the rest of my family. She feels like they scare her. Like they don't like her. Which isn't true. Because my family is actually very happy with her. (Besides a few bumps in the road that aren't her fault.) They honestly like her. I don't blame them. There's not much not to like. She's pretty awesome. I have no problem saying that. And many other things. :)

So there you go. Thought for the day.
ZW