Christmas fun

Wow, what a weekend. I now remember why I hate going out with my family. I don’t know how many of you are from a big family but my family must be part rabbit because all they do is have babies. On both sides of my family there are no less then 200 people on each side. That gives you an ideal of how many people I have to deal with at a time on holidays. Now getting that many people together at one time is really not a good thing. What makes it even worst is that there is always booze around. This is a family that doesn’t need booze under the best of reasons. So the booze starts to flow and the show begins. First there is the Evil aunt that hates anyone that was born after 1965. Why? I couldn’t even begin to tell you. I know that she just has something against youth. So I talking about work (video games) gets nothing but a shrug and a roll of the eyes. She is the easiest to deal with. You just walk away and don’t talk to her. Then there is my uncle that uses to be in the army. Oh man you get him drinking and he starts reliving the good old days. Oh it’s not like he has seen any action because he got kicked out of the army for being drunk all the time. So the good old days are all about basic training. Now picture this. This man is maybe 5’8 and 195. I am 6’1” and 250. For some reason he finds it a good ideal to try and take me down. Now my parents who I love very much and most of the time listen to for advice tell me. Knock him out he won’t do that anymore. Now this is family and they want me to just knock out my uncle. Oh now this is fun. At this point I see it as time to leave. And that is how my Christmas with the family went. Oh well.