There's some in every woodpile

I wanted to blog today about Mr. Samoa's relatives who are good. I thought it only fair to do so, since there's always a few good ones in every woodpile.

First is (or was, alas) his Grandma Winnie, his mom's mother. Grandma passed away in 2006, which sucked royally. Because a) she was just a nice lady in general b) she made the crazy members of the family get their shit together and treat me at least like a human being, she preferred a family member. And she was one of the few people they'd listen to. When she died, she left me her turquoise ring that she wore all the time. I still think it was her way of leaving a "Don't be assholes, people" message for her daughter and granddaughter. (Now if they'd just listen more...)

Second, and still living, is Mr. Samoa's Uncle S. Uncle S lives in a very neat cabin in the Minnesota woods. We like to stay with Uncle S when we go up there because he is very laid back, never makes snotty remarks, and I get to cook for him. Also there is wildlife and a very nice bike trail. He used to have a very neat kitty, Spring, who died a few years ago. She wasn't a cuddle kitty, but she kept everyone in line. :D

Just wanted to let the world know that there are a few inlaws amid the outlaws. :D