Today I went on a picnic with my family. My brother and his family, my sister, my mom, step-dad and my real dad...weird eh? I'm never in Canada and when I am I try to see as much of my family as possible. So, we went to a park, played badminton, ateÂ milanesa (thin pieces of beef, breaded and fried)Â inÂ yummy fresh buns and ketchup chips. :) Now, I don't have a perfect family but, I love them and they are MY FAMILY! It wasn't as weird as I thought it would be. I have wonderful parents. I love them and they love me. I want my children to know them...I can deal with weirdness for that! Thinking about today...the picnic was fun and I loved being with my family. I know that they love me...there's something cool about people knowing you (and you're whole life) and still loving you!