Weekend Plans

March 12, 2004

This weekend, I plan on doing some serious maxing and relaxing. Tonight I'm going to chill at my house with a friend, make dinner, and watch a movie. Tomorrow my "friend" and I are having dinner with my family. Sunday will be my only real exertion, because I am going on a 12 mile run with a couple of friends.

Its pretty crazy meeting the family of your "friend." I know how stressful it can be. My family, though, is so laid back it should not be a very high-stress situation. The food is bountiful, the laughs plentiful, and the beer flows like wine. I love my family. I feel blessed when I hear of all the problems people have with their families. My family has always been my biggest fans and supporters and I certainly wouldn't have made it where I am today without them. But nevertheless, if my family disapproved of somebody I was dating, it wouldn't matter to me. Don't get me wrong, their opinion matters, but in the end, I'm the person who is dating the girl, not them.

Honestly, though, my family really doesn't take things serious enough to "disapprove" of somebody. They will express their opinions, but as long as everything is in place in her life, i.e. she isn't a crack addict, a hooker, or maybe a man (not that there's anything wrong with that!), my family would be cool with her.

How is your family? Do you have any strange meeting the in-laws or boy/girlfriend's family stories?

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I met Kevin's parents when they came to town for a visit during college (in 1997). That was okay, but I still feel completely lost when his entire family is together. His family is very large. When all of his siblings and their spouses and children are together, it's like hanging out with my entire extended family. Kind of freaks me out.

On my side of the family, I have good parents who are kind and accepting. My grandmother doesn't care for Kevin very much because he "isn't a good utah boy." But she deals with it. I figure after 30 years she should like him, cause that's about how long it took her to accept my dad. Of course, in 30 years she'll probably be dead.

Posted by: Jill at March 12, 2004 02:06 PM