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Friends & Family

My entire family is a bit crazy. Like most families.

My great-grandfather (on my mum's side) was a first-gen Irish expat to Scotland, and he was convinced that faeries et al. were real and would spirit him away if he got out of bed on Friday the thirteenth. He wouldn't even go to the bathroom. For some reason the rest of his family were safe so they could get up and look after him... HMMM... ... ... he also lived until he was 106! Which is pretty good for an old guy.

My (mum's side AGAIN) grandfather was a pretty bitchin' dude as well. He liked ghost stories and cheating small children out of their money through cheap forms of gambling. (ahem.) He also hid a bonus from my grandmother so he could bet on horses and pretty much got the verbal shit torn out of him when she found out. She also once hit him across the hand with a (white-hot) frying pan WHILE SHE WAS COOKING WITH IT, and then returned it to the heat without so much as a twitch.

He also used to skate over the lake at the university in winter with his newborn children. Please note that he had five of them. Please note that my grandmother was a scary lady who would not have approved. He also liked to dangle them over Stirling Bridge. Also fun fact he was an 'asbestos worker' in a factory. That's pretty badass right there. Although to be fair nobody was aware that that was a BAD IDEA then.

To be honest my family is totally crazy and I could talk about them all day, but you know...
 
My mum is maybe a little less shy than me. My Dad wants me to be happy and popular, and thinks confidence can be gained from going to a gym. My brother listens to everything my dad says, including his (bad) advice on how to get girls. My middle (younger than me, but not the youngest) sister is quiet but not as withdrawn as me, and has a few friends. The younger sister is impulsive and bossy, and has few friends. She is obsessed with collecting 'beanie boos'. My littlest brother is a 3 year old, and I miss him very much. I looked after him while my mum was in hospital, and sorta see him as my child. DX

Mum's side:

My grandmar is nice, or she was the last time I saw her. I am going to visit her for the first time in years the next time I go up north. She is suffering from parkinsons and my family cut off all ties from her after she refused to look after me after I fucked up my first year of college. I still feel guilty and that has been putting me off visiting her.

My grandad is jolly and fat, and is a great cook. He can also be sensible when the time calls for it.

I haven't seen my uncle in ages. I'll assume he is still fat and jolly just like his dad, and still with his two kids and his wife.

Dad's side

My nan is quite an interesting person. I recon I got my quirks from her. She spends most of her time with Uncle James and his husband Peter, going out shopping and buying little things for us, or going on holiday. She is suffering from emphasemia (sp). I want her to live long enough to see my wedding...thinking about it makes me sad. She believes in the afterlife, in ghosts who watch over people, and waves at magpies.

My uncle James is quiet and sensitive, obviously the feminine one of the couple. He screamed once because a small dog ran on the road when we were out in Blackpool. He is fond of dogs, and had two dogs, Bonnie and Clyde. He has been heartbroken over their deaths, but does not wish to replace them. He is very caring and giving, but his overconfidence is apparently a facade. (he told me when I talked to him about my problems with talking to people. He hates it as much as I do.) He is addicted to smoking, which has made him have a condition that makes him randomly fall asleep. He bruised his eyes once falling asleep in the bathroom.

Peter is very quiet and sensible. He is also the bluntest of the three. Apparently that gives the impression that he is a bit of a jerk to others, but he is nice. I used to think him and James were brothers when I was little...how silly was I.

Lisa is my older cousin. Dad used to compare me to her a lot, considering how she lived with nothing and did very well for herself. She is 20ish, has a baby named Grace, and is planning on marrying Mike (her husband) at some point this (or next? derp) year.

Emma is my other cousin, going through college.

Judy (my aunt) loves greyhounds. She has started a greyhound charity in the place she lives in, and has adopted two. Her house smells of dog, but she's nice.

Edit: This was about funny things about families? ahshsgshahagss.

My family are quite serious. I guess it was funny when James started being racist in front of my brother and Peter started calling him out on it. Also, James' rants about how Dad is trying to shape Tom into who he wished to be can be quite funny.
 
Yesss, I've been waiting for a Dannipost here!! I can verify that these sisters are pretty much hilarious together.

Oh, bless you :)

More gold from the homefront (as reported by my sister, who has okayed me relaying her hilarity here):

He [our dad] told me he had recorded 127 Hours on the TV box for me, and the next day I asked if we could watch it. He responded with:
"I recorded it for YOU to watch, I don't want to watch a man cut of his arm for 127 hours!"
Marie: You know the film is actually only 2 hours long?

"Just watched Paranormal Activity. I'm now scared shitless. I want to cry. I'm watching My Little Pony because I figured it's the least scary thing in the world."
Her comments re: MLP include the following:
- I never realised AppleJack was a member of the dixie chicks....
- apple jack was just apple-tastic!
- frankly i dont know why the purple one thinks she's the queen of the entire freaking world >_>
- where are all the men ponies?
- i have to say, i can go to sleep soundly tonight, now that whateverhernameis has learnt a precious lesson in friendship ♥

And a story in which she tried to book a table at a restruant, the man couldn't understand her saying "Gabi" and kept asking her if she was called "Dabi", she thought the NATO alphabet would help, so she said, "No, as in Golf!", and ended up booking her table under the name 'Golf'.
 
I tend to talk about lots of weird stuff with my brother, and our mother sometimes gets confused and doesn't know which of those things are we talking about. Once she thought Yog Sothoth was a Pokémon, and at another time, she thought Alhazred's couplet was used as a summonning spell in the Unspeakable Vault comic.
 
I tend to talk about lots of weird stuff with my brother, and our mother sometimes gets confused and doesn't know which of those things are we talking about. Once she thought Yog Sothoth was a Pokémon, and at another time, she thought Alhazred's couplet was used as a summonning spell in the Unspeakable Vault comic.

My mother memorably once thought 'Jigglypuff' was the name of a Hogwarts house.
 
Hahaha oh my god guys

So my ~6 month old nephew Seth was chewing his blanket and I said "Omnomnom"

And then he was like "umnumnum"
:D

Yup
 
Hahaha oh my god guys

So my ~6 month old nephew Seth was chewing his blanket and I said "Omnomnom"

And then he was like "umnumnum"
:D

Yup

Haha, that reminds me of this time I was eating dinner with my boyfriend's family, and his mom just went "omnomnom" out of the blue. My boyfriend and I started laughing while his mom had no idea what was going on.
 
We had a bunch of family over for Easter dinner today. At one point, someone asked my little ten-year-old cousinism* if the Easter Bunny had been generous this year, and he rolled his eyes and said something like, "More like the Easter parent. ... He's way better than any old bunny, though."

It was so adorable.

[size=-1]* First cousin once removed? I think? My cousin's kid.[/size]
 
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wait, is removal strictly into younger generations or are there cases where you'd express removal into older generations?

I guess for first cousins it would necessarily be into younger generations because otherwise it would be aunt/uncle? could a second cousin once removed be, like, two generations older and one generation younger?

hey what do you call it in english if a parent has a sibling but its gender is unknown to you?
 
I think the first part dictates the parent and the second part details the actual person. For instance, a first cousin once removed would be the offspring of your cousin. A second cousin twice removed would be the offspring of the offspring of your parent's cousin. And a third cousin thrice removed would be the great grandchild of your grandparent's cousin.

And yeah, that's an...Ancle?
 
The way to think of it to make it easier is to designate the removals by grandparent/great grandparent.

My mom is in her 40's, her fist cousin is 18. I'm older than my second cousin, he's 18, I'm 21. (My great uncle is in his sixties)

I have an uncle who is also my cousin. Also, apparently, like 100 years ago or something like that, some great grandma of mine married her own grandson.

At least that's on my adopted side.
 
I think the first part dictates the parent and the second part details the actual person. For instance, a first cousin once removed would be the offspring of your cousin. A second cousin twice removed would be the offspring of the offspring of your parent's cousin. And a third cousin thrice removed would be the great grandchild of your grandparent's cousin.

And yeah, that's an...Ancle?

an ... ancle? I guess it's unworse than unt.
 
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