Even though my immediate family is on the smallish side… I have a LARGE extended family on both sides of the parental units. Madre grew up as the 2nd youngest of 6 and Padre grew up as the youngest of 80000000000… okay, maybe not that many but like 10 or so. So when all of those siblings grew up, married, and had kids of their own and then their kids had kids and so on and so forth, it added up to too many to count on the 4 appendages I happen to own at the moment. I may be biased but I’m pretty sure my extended family is the best one on the planet… (and I’m not just saying that for monetary donation purposes).
Just one example… Saturday night I arrived home to find a large box on my doorstep. The return address was from the Alaskan relations, so of course I got all giddy and then crossed my fingers that there wasn’t a bull moose head inside the box. You never know! I armed myself with a shotgun and elk repellent and went to the task of opening ye yonder box. Inside I found a gorgeousfull blanket that my sweet Aunt Marsha had quilted for me. Aunt Marsha is Madre’s sister and she is something of a quilting genius… I tell you what. I’ve had this thing for the fabric tricot ever since I was a baby. Most likely because my grandma made my baby blanket out of tricot and then each year I always got pajamas made out of tricot. I LOVE tricot now. It’s a comfort thing. I have to have some form of tricot on my bed in order for me to go to sleep. Whether it be in the way of pajamas or bed blanket. A few months ago I went to the ONLY store in town that carried tricot (apparently, tricot ain’t in fashion any longer… THE NERVE!!!) and bought some fabric to send up North, fully intending on having Aunt Marsha charge me her regular going rate to quilt together me a tricot bedspread. Instead, she insisted on quilting it for my birthday/Christmas present that year and for many years to come (I told her). It turned out beautiful… and I now have a tricot bedspread to lull me to sleep at night!
There was also a gift from my cuzzin Carl. If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you may have read about my last hiking fiasco… hiking a mountain carrying a plastic bag that insisted on ripping 3 seconds into the hike with water, batteries (WHAT THE HELIUM BALLOONS), and cameras in it. SMARTNESS is totes in the gene pool! Cuzzin Carl read that post too and I’m sure he was appalled at my utter lack of anything resembling sense or common. HOW CAN WE BE RELATED TO HER!?!? I heard him hollering from the Alaskan wilderness. Carl has been trying to get me to come visit them in Alaska… in the winter no less… and then he followed that with their current temperature readings of 40 some odd below ZERO Fahrenheit! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?!?!? He heard me yelling from the Utah basement. So, I laughed up a storm when I saw his gift in the box… EXACTLY what this wilderness idiot needed!!
My very own camoflauge backpack (so I don’t get eaten by meeses)… rope to tie up a meese to the nearest tree (I think)… a knife (to kill me a meese)… emergency food kits… water bottle… flashlights… and a spifteronio all-in-one toolkit that I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Chuck Norris using.
Isn’t that the nicest thing you’ve ever seen? I’m going to get good use out of it too… in summer and winter when I take out my snow shoes on the brown snowless grass (though we did get like 2 or 3 inches on Saturdee)… much smarter than a Honks Dollar Store sack.
Thank you, Aunt Marsha and Cuzzin Carl!! I’m going to ask Carl to send me instructions on how to bag my first meese!!!! Just as soon as he finishes rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air at my cluelessness.
Question of the Day: What was your baby blanket like? Do you still have any of your childhood blankets/toys?