One word comes to mind during the holiday season.Family.
That’s what it’s all about right? Spending quality time catching up at get-togethers, eating delicious feasts, possibly playing games, and of course (if you’re like my mothers side of the family) drinking alcohol. Beer, wine, and liquor.
My family is crazy. A good crazy, but still crazy. We’re all loud, stubborn, controlling know-it-alls. So, mostly Irish. In addition, we’re hysterical, fun, and phenomenal dancers. Crowd pleasers! Oh, and we occasionally make a scene (or two) by:
•Belligerently saying inappropriate things
•Arguing a point to the point where we don’t even know what we’re arguing.
•Rolling our eyes, using classy sarcasm, and different voices to poke fun, or impersonate.
•Being extremely silly and acting like we’re still 13. Occasionally acting 7 at the age of 33.
Case and point. Don’t overlook Alison’s classic stain either.
•Talking loud and over other people.
•Being the “Life of the party.”
•Making our opinions and thoughts publicly known and “right.”
•And over exaggerating everything.
That’s just naming a few.
Love every single one of them.
This post is dedicated to my mothers side of the family and my cousin Allison. Oh, and before she gets the chance to tell you, or me (for the millionth time)—
I have a freckle on my lip.