Gotta love family

My husband and I were both lucky enough to have this whole weekend off together! This doesn't happen very often so I am a very happy girl :). We spent the majority of our weekend with my mother's family.
To start it off, on friday night we went over to my parents house to have dinner with them and my grandparents. After dinner we all got much needed hair cuts. I love that my mom cuts hair so we don't have to pay some one. Well at least that is what I thought. My grandparents went first, then I got highlights While I sat around with foil on my head Ty got his hair cut. When my mom started on me again she said  "When we are done with your hair, you get to do my hair!" I should have expected this. I would be glad to re-pay the favor and color my mom's hair for her if I did not have to hear, "Your doing it wrong," "Don't get color on my forehead," "Your getting it everywhere," and so on, the whole time. My dad can and will back me up on this one. Fortunatly, we didn't get finished with my hair until pretty late so we didn't have time to get hers done. I lucked out this time.
On saturday, we got the enitire house clean and took the dogs for a walk, before heading out to celebrate my aunt and brother's birthdays at Macaroni Grill. The plan was to have my parents pick us up at our house at 4:00. In 'Holst Time' that means about 4:15, if not later. At 4:10 I texted my mom to see where they were and she responded "Meet us at Gregs house at 4:30." So we drove over to my Uncle Gregs house. While we were all waiting for my parents to get there, my other uncle came down stairs, and the first words out of his mouth were "Holy Crap your huge!" He was, of course, talking about my belly. I am used to these kinds of comments from my family so no harm done. I know he means well :). My parents showed up at 4:30 'Holst Time' (a.k.a. 4:45).  We all headed out and had a wonderful dinner then came back to play games and watch a movie. Overall it was a great day.
It is now Sunday and I am still in my pj's at 11:00. We are having dinner at my parents house again and I am sure I will get suckered into doing my mom's hair tonight. There is no way out this time.
My poor husband has had to spend the enitire weekend with my crazy family. He has kept a smile on his face the whole time and that is why I love him. When my husband first met my family I warned him that they are a crazy bunch, but every one says that about their families, right? After spending a few days with them my husband said to me "You're right, they really are crazier than most families." Little does he know, he is acting more and more like them everyday.
If you know my family, you know that they are not afraid to say what is on their mind and they don't really care what others think of them. If you ever do something stupid, you will never live it down. When any one new comes around they get to hear all of the embarrasing stuff that goes on, whether they want to or not.
I still get to hear about the time when I was 3 years old, I flushed my underwear down the toilet at my grandparents house and clogged the drain.
I love my family and wouldn't change them for anything in the world. They are not perfect, but they will be the first ones to tell you that they are definatly not even close to perfect. They will also be the first ones to tell you that YOU'RE not perfect either.