Relatives are people who are related to you by blood, or sometimes they can be so close to you that they feel like you’re related. They can impact your life in big ways. They are your cousins, your grandparents, people who know you best, besides your friends. Relatives are your family.
The saying you cant choose your family relates to relatives greatly. I love my family and its surprising how much we have in common. All my relatives live in New York so I’m stuck in Arizona which isn’t bad but I wish I could live closer to my family instead of out in the middle of nowhere.
I think of relatives as best friends they never put you down well sometimes they do if they are mean. But relatives are just people around for you when something bad is happening and they will always support you. They are the best thing that you can have. When you want to do something fun they will do something fun for you.
relatives. hmm, 9 letter word with one meaning. those who are “related” to you. my relatives are crazy. i have 8 cousins. two aunts, and two uncles. none of them live near me, but i feel like i’m kind of okay with
Relatives are embarrassing especially when they buy you clothes cause there either too girly or to big or too small. Or they might be something that you
I am not very close to a lot of my relatives simply because i have so many and dont know who they are. one of my relatives happens to be one of the founders of show low.
relatives are amazing fantabulous, but they are not alway the nicest people. Never tell them everything, or else everyone and THEIR relatives will know about it. trust me. Also, don’t forget to love them, they love you no matter what.
My relatives are crazy, but i love them. Every holiday i get with most of them and we have great times. Some of my relatives are kind of weird but i can deal with them.
relatives can have such an impact on your life good and bad. whether its your brothers and sisters or aunts and uncles. they are there to change your life.
Relatives can be interesting. They are family and you love them no matter what. Some might be crazy and some might be funny. They are family and they will always love you.
My relatives are mad, no other word for it. So much so, that when we have a family occasion we usually require the presence of a bouncer, a shrink and a marriage counsellor.
relatives. relate. related to you. i have lost too many close relatives in my 27 years so far. Losing those close to you makes you really appreciate the relatives you still have. Just like good friends are few and far between, relative who understand you and who you can really be yourself with are also few and far between. For the most part, you can’t choose your relatives, they choose you. Really take a good look at history and you will see that we are all relatives. You are my brother and my sister and vice a versa. We all came from the same place. We are all related. And we can all relate in that we are all humans living on this earth togehther. No matter what superficial differences, or the differences you think we have, we are all the same.
there are so few of you. you’re all huddled together by the coast, basking in the warm air and seabreezes.
we are an island, two hundred miles north, surrounded by brown leaves and tailgaters.
we all have them
a monkey’s uncle not in my family but my uncle is a monkey regardless
some are close to us and some are far away in miles and in thought
in fact we are all related
Hated but loved. They are the history of our past and bonds that cannot be broken. I don’t know, they have quarks and oddities but are we just forced to love them? If we were not related but just knew them what would we think of them are normal human beings?
My world is centered on family. Growing up, my mom is all I had. I had no friends in my neighborhood. Nor did I have a supporting dad. So my relatives took up that role for me…
My relatives aren’t very numerous. Some pride themselves in having a gigantic extended family. While I recognize the advantages to this, I enjoy the closeness of a small family.
Relatively speaking, we all have relatives whether we like them or not. We have parents, grandparents, great grandparents and way back. Why is it so fascinating to trace our ancestors?
“Even life and death are just a matter of perception,” he said. “You ARE your soul…. It doesn’t matter whether it currently is attached to a body or not. Everything is relative.”
oh my. i wish we could all just get along. simple. aren’t you suppose to be a grown up? makes never want to get old, the way i see you all. and please stop fighting about every little thing. who cares about the pollyanna gift anyway? stop taking things personally. no one hates you. stop acting like the world is attacking you. we are all here together.
i have a bunch i like most of them but some really tick me off i see them often sparing the ones from the east coast and europe. even when i dont like them i still end up loving them. relatives are strange in that way
You love them. They annoy you. You love them. They piss you off. You love them. They upset you. You love them. They do something amazing for you. You love them still.
es toda la familia incluyendo mi mama mi papa mis hermanas mis tios tias abuela y todo el que tenga la misma sangre aunque no vivamos juntos todos somos bien diferentes en algunos casos muy parecidos pero todos nos amamos del modo que somos
Relativesly speaking, I cannot go against the grain of society when I purchase different varieties of granola bars and orange juice. Social ostracization in this regard would be catastrophic to my sense of well-worth and very-being. As such I comply with the desires of my co-fellows and stick with brands and types of these foodthings that have, as of the recent taste-cycle, been deemed appropriate.
A chuckle came from around the corner of the wall, followed by the sound of stir fry sizzling in its pan. “Because,” He told me, voice carrying delicately across the foyer. “I want them to see how amazing you are.”
My relatives are coming to get me, but I’ve never met them. Strange how a family is formed, and there are always secrets always quirks and you think your family is the weirdest. Apparently my father isn’t my real father, apparently my mother had an affair and that’s why everyone always commented how I didn’t look like my siblings, how my mother stopped looking at me with pride…and instead, guilt.
(Note: this is not actually the case with my family, this is made up)
I have seven people in my family. I am the mom, I am married with five children. We are an ostentatious lot. I do not like to do things the conservative way so we have an unusual upbringing for our children. They are free to speak what is on their mind with no repercussions at all.
Relatives are people who are related to you by blood, or sometimes they can be so close to you that they feel like you’re related. They can impact your life in big ways. They are your cousins, your grandparents, people who know you best, besides your friends. Relatives are your family.
Always there to lean on. Together or apart your always a unit and nothing can separate you. Family is all there is to need.
The saying you cant choose your family relates to relatives greatly. I love my family and its surprising how much we have in common. All my relatives live in New York so I’m stuck in Arizona which isn’t bad but I wish I could live closer to my family instead of out in the middle of nowhere.
I think of relatives as best friends they never put you down well sometimes they do if they are mean. But relatives are just people around for you when something bad is happening and they will always support you. They are the best thing that you can have. When you want to do something fun they will do something fun for you.
relatives. hmm, 9 letter word with one meaning. those who are “related” to you. my relatives are crazy. i have 8 cousins. two aunts, and two uncles. none of them live near me, but i feel like i’m kind of okay with
Relatives are embarrassing especially when they buy you clothes cause there either too girly or to big or too small. Or they might be something that you
I am not very close to a lot of my relatives simply because i have so many and dont know who they are. one of my relatives happens to be one of the founders of show low.
relatives are amazing fantabulous, but they are not alway the nicest people. Never tell them everything, or else everyone and THEIR relatives will know about it. trust me. Also, don’t forget to love them, they love you no matter what.
Relatives are people that are related to you. They are family members that you do fun interesting things with.
My relatives are crazy, but i love them. Every holiday i get with most of them and we have great times. Some of my relatives are kind of weird but i can deal with them.
Relstives are people you are related to.
My relatives are the best!
I love all my relatives !
Relatives are awesome !
relatives can have such an impact on your life good and bad. whether its your brothers and sisters or aunts and uncles. they are there to change your life.
Relatives can be interesting. They are family and you love them no matter what. Some might be crazy and some might be funny. They are family and they will always love you.
relative are the best thy are a nother family
relitives are like your family people who are related to you. relatives are members of your family
My relatives are mad, no other word for it. So much so, that when we have a family occasion we usually require the presence of a bouncer, a shrink and a marriage counsellor.
relatives. relate. related to you. i have lost too many close relatives in my 27 years so far. Losing those close to you makes you really appreciate the relatives you still have. Just like good friends are few and far between, relative who understand you and who you can really be yourself with are also few and far between. For the most part, you can’t choose your relatives, they choose you. Really take a good look at history and you will see that we are all relatives. You are my brother and my sister and vice a versa. We all came from the same place. We are all related. And we can all relate in that we are all humans living on this earth togehther. No matter what superficial differences, or the differences you think we have, we are all the same.
hello bob hi Ella good day Sarah how are you????
cases, inventive, related therms, modern physical examination. Domination, forms of radical changing. Keep your house
audrey
claire
bill
deb
family
falling apart
sucks
happy
mean
i love them
people i can act myself around
good food
holidays
awkward
indiana
make up
hair
italy
caribbean
there are so few of you. you’re all huddled together by the coast, basking in the warm air and seabreezes.
we are an island, two hundred miles north, surrounded by brown leaves and tailgaters.
we all have them
a monkey’s uncle not in my family but my uncle is a monkey regardless
some are close to us and some are far away in miles and in thought
in fact we are all related
are relatively related to me. not all my relatives are really close and real to me. Real relatives are really related.
Hated but loved. They are the history of our past and bonds that cannot be broken. I don’t know, they have quarks and oddities but are we just forced to love them? If we were not related but just knew them what would we think of them are normal human beings?
My world is centered on family. Growing up, my mom is all I had. I had no friends in my neighborhood. Nor did I have a supporting dad. So my relatives took up that role for me…
My relatives aren’t very numerous. Some pride themselves in having a gigantic extended family. While I recognize the advantages to this, I enjoy the closeness of a small family.
Relatively speaking, we all have relatives whether we like them or not. We have parents, grandparents, great grandparents and way back. Why is it so fascinating to trace our ancestors?
“Even life and death are just a matter of perception,” he said. “You ARE your soul…. It doesn’t matter whether it currently is attached to a body or not. Everything is relative.”
oh my. i wish we could all just get along. simple. aren’t you suppose to be a grown up? makes never want to get old, the way i see you all. and please stop fighting about every little thing. who cares about the pollyanna gift anyway? stop taking things personally. no one hates you. stop acting like the world is attacking you. we are all here together.
i have a bunch i like most of them but some really tick me off i see them often sparing the ones from the east coast and europe. even when i dont like them i still end up loving them. relatives are strange in that way
You love them. They annoy you. You love them. They piss you off. You love them. They upset you. You love them. They do something amazing for you. You love them still.
es toda la familia incluyendo mi mama mi papa mis hermanas mis tios tias abuela y todo el que tenga la misma sangre aunque no vivamos juntos todos somos bien diferentes en algunos casos muy parecidos pero todos nos amamos del modo que somos
my family and closes family member like my sister and mom
Relativesly speaking, I cannot go against the grain of society when I purchase different varieties of granola bars and orange juice. Social ostracization in this regard would be catastrophic to my sense of well-worth and very-being. As such I comply with the desires of my co-fellows and stick with brands and types of these foodthings that have, as of the recent taste-cycle, been deemed appropriate.
We’re all so different, and bound together by such a silly thing. But we really do love one another. That’s kind of great, isn’t it?
“Why?” I groaned.
A chuckle came from around the corner of the wall, followed by the sound of stir fry sizzling in its pan. “Because,” He told me, voice carrying delicately across the foyer. “I want them to see how amazing you are.”
The door bell rang, five minutes early.
“I hate them already.”
They made me insane
Grandma asked “Are you a lesbian?”
I laughed, “Why would you ask.”
“You have short hair,”she said.
“So do you,” I answered.
My relatives are coming to get me, but I’ve never met them. Strange how a family is formed, and there are always secrets always quirks and you think your family is the weirdest. Apparently my father isn’t my real father, apparently my mother had an affair and that’s why everyone always commented how I didn’t look like my siblings, how my mother stopped looking at me with pride…and instead, guilt.
(Note: this is not actually the case with my family, this is made up)
I have seven people in my family. I am the mom, I am married with five children. We are an ostentatious lot. I do not like to do things the conservative way so we have an unusual upbringing for our children. They are free to speak what is on their mind with no repercussions at all.