Oh my family!

My family is one of the most funny things I have ever witnessed attempt to function. For example, last month I was playing scatagories with my siblings and my father who we can barely persuade to play board games with us. We had the letter N, and if you have ever played scatagories you know that one of the lists you can choose makes you specify a candy that starts with the letter you roll. So my brother in law smartly put Nutella because of the dictionary definition which is: something made out of sugar often paired with fruit or nuts, or a confection. There became intense debate for hours of why or why not Nutella is a candy. Of course as most battles in my family, it separated us into boys vs. girls. The girls heartily claiming that Nutella is not a candy because it is a spread. Which insinuates that whether or not something is candy depends on the state or form that it is in. The boys were quick to point out that the dictionary definition said nothing about texture, form, or state. So still the hostile words were flung back and forth trying to persuade the other side that indeed Nutella is/is not a candy. Now if only you could see how chaotic this whole encounter was. The amusement that was gleaned from this was far to great. The linguist turning against her husband, father chastising daughter, husband and wife staring each other down, no one getting why the others would not see their point of view. I love my family especially their augmentative tendencies. I am so grateful for them and the humor and joy I get from them daily.

The no organ club

Due to the recent removal of my appendix I have been granted the pleasure of joining my family's infamous "no organ club". This is an opportunity I just can't pass up. Actually, its impossible for me to pass up. Its sort of too late to request that they leave all my organs where they are. So I find myself joined by my sisters Stephanie and Ashley in the frequent recovery ceremony. At first its kind of nice to relax and have no worries, but after awhile, as you can probably imagine, it gets annoying. Let me list a few of the reasons why.

• My parents enjoy forcing me to take naps every afternoon, which is amazing... except for when I'm not tired whatsoever.
• Everyone treats me like I'm porcelain and can't function like a normal person.
• I'm so sick of the questions "how are you feeling?", "what happened?", and "are you okay?"
• I don't get to do any "excessive" activity, like pick up my nephew, or go sledding.

Alright, I have to admit, there are definitely some pro's also.

• I have an excuse to get out of ANY situation.
• I can get most people to do whatever I want them to. Even if I don't ask.
• I have two new very large stuffed animals to entertain me...or my nieces and nephews.
• I get to be entertained by peoples faces of disgust as I show them pictures of my guts.

So I guess I can't really complain much, but overall, being in the "no organ club" is not quite as eventful as I pictured. But, on the bright side, I do have three new impressively small scars to prove my victory. I guess that will have to do for now.