Reasons why I love my family:
Mom: "You know what's amazing to me?"
Me: "Velcro!"
Mom:"No.... I'm kinda over velcro now."
From what I hear in the other room:
Mom: "You know what?"
Dad: "Nope, never met him."
Calling my sister in New York
*cell phone ringing*
Susi: "Hello my Awesome Brother"
Me: "Hello my Awesome Sister"
Sitting at the dinner table with the parental units and one or both of my sisters, really doesn't matter in this situation, but we'll pretend it's my youngest sister Kim.
*awkward silence*
Kim looks up at me.
I look at Kim.
Kim opens her mouth to show chewed food.
I open my mouth and food falls out.
All without the parents seeing.
or...
Kim looks up.
I look up.
We start laughing.
Mom asks: "What's so funny?"
We start laughing even harder.
One liner jokes my sisters and I have:
Susi (with an exaggerated southern accent): "I'm a cowtipper. I wasn't PROP-erly raaaaiiiiised..." there's more to this one... but that's good right there.
Me: "Great Scott!"
Kim: "Sprecken de deuche"
Me: "Why do you always say that?"
Kim: "Oh heaven's no"
Me: "Good gracious"
There's about 5 more one liners to go with that dialog.
My mother is super awesome and rad, she's not one for the spotlight at all, but she could totally do anything she wanted. She's an amazing seamstress and costume designer, and almost always has a smile on her face (I just realized that oddly enough).
My dad is one of the greatest men I've ever known. He also always has a smile on his face. He's one of the biggest goofballs I know, but that's exactly what makes him so much fun. Smart and strong willed, almost nothing will get him down.
Some people might look at my life, or things that have happened to my family growing up, been witness or hear about random events that have befallen my family, and think how unfortunate we might have been, or how unlucky we are. But quite honestly, and has horrible as it might sound, I'm glad that stuff happened. We've grown stronger and wiser from those unfortunate mishaps along the way and not only have grown stronger in ourselves, but closer as a family as well. I'm one of the richest guys on the planet. My family is awesome. If you've never had dinner with my sisters, my parents and I, I highly suggest you do. At some point everyone needs to laugh so hard that their face hurts from smiling, and their stomach hurts from laughing.
Not sure why exactly I'm blogging about this now, but I had just been thinking about it last weekend, and realized just how lucky I am to have such an awesome family. I'll end with this brief semi-comical and smartass conversation I had with my mother.
Me: "You know what I realized?"
Mother: "No telling. What?"
Me: "I'm pretty awesome. And I figure that if I'M pretty awesome, then YOU must be pretty awesome too. Cause you raised me to be awesome, so you would have to be awesome too."
Mother: (laughing) "Ya, I suppose so."
Me: "It's a shame that nobody else realizes just how awesome we are, ya know?"
Mother: "Ya, a real shame."
Me: "Ya, too bad. But, ya know... someone's gotta do it."
Mother: "Might as well be you then huh?"
Me: (sigh) "Ya, I guess so."
I just read this whole thing, and it seems pretty conceited. But I'm gonna allow it. I think I can be conceited about my family. If you know me, you know I'm not conceited, and neither is my family. I just felt like bragging about my family and uh... ya... that's about it I guess.
