by Kathy Panicola

Created on: April 06, 2009

In english its My Family, In spanish its Mi Familia , In german its Mein Familie , it doesn't matter what language you speak their yours, like it or not. Some are functional, most are dysfunctional. Dysfunctional, thats the family I come from and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

They drank to much, they smoked to much. They yelled, they screamed. They married, they divorced. But so what, none of these things made them bad people. But it sure gave me a lot of material to write about. Not to mention to laugh about. And boy do we laugh, and who wouldn't laugh at some of the things these people, (my family) have done.

Take my Mother for instance, a sweet, beautilful, wonderful woman, but let me tell you sometimes the things she did I just couldn't believe. When I was a young teenager we went grocery shopping, we're shopping and all of a sudden she says to me, "Stay right here, I'll be right back." So I stayed right there, right were she told me to, for about 30 minutes. Finally here she came walking down the aisle like nothing had happened. I said,"Mom, where were you? I've been standing in this aisle forever." She responded, "Oh, I went home I had to go to the bathroom." Hello, wasn't there one there. Another time she was in a department store, and as she explained it, she had to pee like you wouldn't beleive. So run to the bathroom with the speed of lightening did she go. She ran in, sat down, and WOW what a relief. She walked out of the stall over to the sink and washes her hands, she looks up and see's a man combing his hair. She says, "excuse me sir, this is the ladies room." He turns to her without missing a beat and say,"Ya lady, since when did they put urinals in the ladies room," needless to say she ran out just as fast as she ran in.

My Mother is just the beginning, I have three Aunts, three Uncle, all their spouses, and children, all of which have donated their share of funny moments. For God's sake I have an Aunt who married a man who's nickname is "Creep." And everyone calls him that. They introduce him by that name, even his grandkids call him Grandpa Creep. And no one bats an eye. Talking about Creep, he has contributed more than his share of dysfunctional, funny, but true moments. My Uncle Creep, and my Uncle Jimmy are neighbors, and both their properties are pretty big so there's more then enough property not only for the kids to play, but the adults too. And play they do, they got their hands on a go cart, they drove it around a bit and decided

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