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My Family Is One Big Inside Joke

Published 29.3.06 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I {heart} my family.

We so rock.

We're all so different, but so alike. We enjoy poking fun at ourselves and others. We are irreverant and undignified. Every situation is humorous in some way or another. Hanging out with us is, well, an experience that will not quickly be forgotten.

So, when I was asked out for drinks tonight and had to turn it down because "I'm hanging out with my little brother and dying is hair" the guy laughed in my face. I know he thought I was making up an excuse like "I'm cleaning the hair out of my drain" or "My grandmother is beeping in" but really, I'd rather spend the rest of my life in the company of my brother than him.

I know, at the rate I'm going, I very well might have to. But you know what? That's ok. Because I can actually stand my family. And the thought of having them around the rest of my life makes me smile.

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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.

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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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