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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Family Matters.

I am going to admit it.  I have fallen off of the pop culture wagon and very rarely melt my brain with reality television or entertainment fodder.  It may be because I am inundated with work and my two children WEAR ME OUT that I only have the capacity for a 1/2 TV show most nights, which means I have been keeping up with the old Thursday night line up of Parks & Recreation and  The Office, as well as Modern Family.  Also, it is spring/summer and most of my shows have ended for the season or forever (tear for 30 Rock).  But, even with my hiatus, I did watch the end of the RHOBH and have started in on this season of Real Housewives of Orange County.  I mainly watch while I am eating lunch or folding laundry.  I think the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was my favorite, although I tired of the "let's have a party and pick a fight" story line, but I just enjoy Lisa Vanderpump.  I have only watched the first two episodes of RHOC and am already wondering why I am wasting my time....there comes a point when you just start hating them (and I'm there with Tamra).

Anywho, in other news, I got a good dose of pop culture snarkiness when I went to see KATHY GRIFFIN! My hubs surprised me with tickets for Christmas and she finally came to our town just over a week ago.  She was awesome and I truly appreciated her going for almost 2 hours straight (no break!).  She definitely gave us our money's worth and she was hilarious.  I love her riffs on her Catholic upbringing in the burbs of Chicago and her impersonation of her 92 year old mother.  What can I say?  I'm a fan.

In other news, I went to a family wedding this past weekend in Denver and had a wonderful time.  First off, Denver -- cool place.  Second, it was amazing to visit with family.  I have a LARGE family and now that we are "grown-ups" and live all over the country,  I don't get to see many of my aunts, uncles or cousins very often.  Even with the time gaps and distance, I felt right at home with them throughout the weekend.  They say your cousins are your first friends, and I tend to agree with this.  I grew up with most of my cousins on my father's side and when I was small, we would go out to visit my mother's family on the east coast for weeks at a time, jumping around our relative's houses.  My memories of the summers of my childhood are engraved with trips to the lake, running around catching fireflies, eating ice cream and chaotic family parties where we just ran around into the night.  My family -- the entire clan, both sides -- is so special and this weekend as I was dancing to "We Are Family," I looked around at the faces of people who I don't see very often, but love just the same and felt completely at home.

My family has been through ups and downs the last few years (as most families go through) and at the wedding this weekend it felt like there was a bubble around us.  For at least 24 hours, we just enjoyed each other, visited, ate, drank and danced.  Any baggage was left at the door and cancer wasn't invited to attend.  We were there to laugh, love and celebrate one of our own as he started his journey in marriage.  I am holding on to that magic.