Moving Day and Introductions, Part 1.

I decided to head over here to Blogspot because it is more conducive to the kind of writing I do. So, goodbye, and helllloooo I’d like to start this blog off right, by introducing the characters in my life.

This is my husband, baseball player turned businessman, he’s the brains of the operation over here and the only man with enough patience to marry me. We’re both 24 and we have been together for 8 years. He works 60 hours a week and is getting his Masters in Science of Finance right now, to say he’s busy is the understatement of the century. He’s basically a fucking saint, and everyone who knows me knows it. A long time ago in 2006, I got really high and talked like a robot, to this day- he will not let me live that down. 

These are my parents. My dad has cancer and has been fighting for his life for the past 5 years. I get my humor, anxiety and stomach problems from him. He is the most generous and giving person I have ever known. One time, he dropped acid on a rooftop in Chicago and watched the industrial revolution happen in front of his eyes.

My mom is the best. She is the ultimate mom, she just oozes maternal instinct and love. It’s ridiculous. She’s been a yogi for 30+ years, a vegetarian for as long as I can remember and the backbone of our entire family. The worst thing I have ever done, I did to my mom. I still feel guilty about it. We were in New York visiting my brother at NYU and we were starved after a long flight there. We stopped at a little restaurant and everything had meat in it, besides their mac and cheese. I was a typical 12 year old asshole and decided that I would unscrew the top to the salt shaker next to us. Three seconds later my mom picked up that salt shaker and the lid fell into her mac n cheese followed by a heaping mound of salt. I still feel guilty. 

This here, is my little sister. She’s the token pretty girl in our family, talk about the halo effect. She’s also a great dancer and a sorority sister. She’s two and a half years younger than me and graduating a semester before me. She is quiet and a little difficult to get to know, but underneath a few layers she has a huge personality. She’s funny and outrageous and I love her to death. One time back in 2008 we got rip roaring drunk at my grandmas house, she ended up puking in a Tupperware container in my grandmas bed. The next morning as we drove back to my parents, she ate an entire watermelon in my front seat and didn’t spill a drop. 

This is my best friend Jeanette. She’s an ER nurse and an all around badass. I call her fairly often to tell her I’m pretty sure I’m dying, and she is the only one who can talk me down off that ledge. She is my heterosexual life partner and my partner in crime. She’s the peanut butter to my jelly. I blog about her here

So, that’s it for now. I will introduce a few more friends, and my dog, at some point. For now, I will leave you with my favorite quote of all time.

“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.” 
 Lemony Snicket

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