Charlie's Holiday Tribute Page

To most people, the Holidays is supposed to be about family and love and all that crap. All you ever see on TV, Radio, Movies, Newspapers, Department Stores--whatever, is nice, happy little families cooking their stupid turkey, and opening their stupid presents, and blah blah blah. Why has society forgotten all about the people who don't have anyone during the holidays? I think a little more credit is due to those brave men, women and children in the world who don't have anyone to share this supposedly peaceful, loving and giving season with, and still somehow manage to survive with their sanity.  Although for some of them, it's brought on by themselves, but for most of us, we just weren't really given a choice. This will be my third Holiday Season alone, and you know what? It fucking sucks. But I'm going to suck it up, look at the bright side (if there is one), hold my chin up, and whatever else it is stupid people that are happy tell you to do when you're sad. I know I sound, mean, and heartless, and like an old Grinch, but really, I'm not. I'm just jealous because while most of the world will be spending time with their loved ones all happy happy and shit, I'm going to be cooking a candlelit dinner for one, and working overtime for no extra pay.  Why? Because what else am I gonna do?   Besides, if my life weren't as sad and tragic, what would I rant about on my website to entertain you dear visitors with? I do have some loved ones, even though they're thousands of miles away.  Below is a small collection of pictures of my family. You don't have to look at them.

This was me back when I was a sweet, little, innocent,  girl of 3 years old.  This was before my tomboyish days, as you can see by the Barbie doll in my hands.

This is my baby brother Andrew. He's not such a baby anymore, I just thought it would be cute to have an old picture of him on this page. Just picture him about 4 feet taller, and add about 200 pounds. Andrew is my pride and joy. I would protect him with my life, and would destroy anyone who ever hurt him.

This is my jockhead brother Jerry, and my nephew Anthony; my older sister's son.  Sorry about the condition of the picture, but it's all I had.  Jerry and I don't really get along very well, much to my mother's chagrin, but he's family so I guess I still kind of like him.  Me and my sister used to make him cry when he was little by telling him he was adopted. We didn't have any baby pictures of him, so that was our evidence.

This is my dad, Jerry, Sr. I love my dad; he's my hero. He's the toughest son of a bitch I've ever met.  He got hit by a train last year, and almost died, and was up and working again within a month or two. He's got more lives than a  cat.  Nothing can fucking stop this man.

I have a  "kool aid" mom and a sister too. Oh, and my sister's married and has another kid. Sorry, no pictures.

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