Just Enough To Make Me Dangerous

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I'm the oddball. A bit of a misfit.

Our whole family is passionate. Each of us about--something.

However, I've gotten snippets and smatterings of everyone. Leaving me to be a wild conglomeration of the leftover misfits of our family. I have the cheeky steak of my father, without the tempering charm. The grand aspirations of my sister without the gritty determination. The lazy dreams and vision of my other sister, without the ability to believe in them. The cantakerous vinegar of my brother without the razor sharp intelligence to justify it all. The rare lucky streak of charm from my other sister, without the ability to make it a regularly scheduled occurrence.

I'm not complaining, by any means. Because, I carry a piece of my family with me wherever I go. I have snippets of their love and words of wisdom.

They have each taught me valuable life skills. Just enough to leave someone wondering "where the hell did THAT come from?!"

*Examples and illustrations to follow.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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