Family relationships are pretty complex. I was going to type it all out, but I'd be here all night, and it's not fair to my family; maybe they don't want all their dirty laundry on the internet.

Condensed version!

I have two parents (still married to each other!) and four half siblings. My half brother and youngest half sister are the products of my mom's first marriage, and my two other half sister's of my dad's. Mom and Dad are supremely happy together, last time I checked (thank goodness!)

I have three nephews (and one deceased of liver cancer ) who are by turns spirited, moody, and plain little kid. My favorite is the middle one, who gives me hugs, flowers, and loves to make art. The eldest loves to watch what passes for anime on network tv!

My dad has two brothers, both younger than he. They treat me like a princess ^_^ His family was rather dirt poor growing up, but he and his brothers have done well for themselves, I think.

My paternal grandparents are in some limbo of separation I've never really understood. They practically live on the same property and don't seem to harbor any real ill-will toward each other, so I dunno! My Granny Sue is massively interested in geneology and visits cemetaries to trace the family back. (Did you know my great great great great great grandpa married his niece? ^_^) Grandpa Floyd enjoys working on motors and appliances and collecting dogs. (They just kinda show up and stick around hoping for scraps)

Did you know I only have blood-uncles? My mother has three brothers! They are all engineers. So was my grandpa (he passed away last summer). My mom's oldest brother is 17 years older than her; can you imagine it? She was an aunt when she was six years old!

My grandma Mary is a mistress of dark feminine mysteries. She crochets, embroiders, quilts, cooks (as does Granny Sue, btw) quite well, etc. She embroidered my littlest cousin a quilt with a patch for each of the 50 states on it. It's gigantor.

She and Grandpa Bill still had a farm when I was little, and I would run around with my cousins through the corn patch and the cow pasture etc. It was incredible tbh.

My great-grandpa, Alexander Marshall Jones was one of the founders of the family church, Mars Hill Presbyterian Church; the presbyterian streak goes clear back to the 18th century. I have a copy of the Confession of Faith that belonged to my x-great grandpa, who was a minister travelling to Arkansas from Tennessee. It's remarkably similar to the one I got for myself!

My dad told me the funniest stories about my great uncle Ello and his friend/cousin? Snoddy. Let's just say the best one involved a pair of turkey wings in a hay loft.