I guess my family is devided into two parts to me. The ones I get along with, and the ones I don't.
Of course I HAVE to start with my mom. She's quite possibly the most amazing woman alive. I know that most everyone says this about their own mother, and it's always true too. Mothers are some of the coolest people ever. And mine is no exception.
We didn't always get along, espicially when I was going through some hard times during Junior High (refer to my little blurb on the story of my life). But we mannaged to get over it, and we've never gotten along better.
When my mother and father split up, my mom was the one who took us, and finished raising us. No matter what the setbacks, she always mannaged to make sure we were ok. Even though she had no college education. Even though she hadn't had a real job since she and my father wer married. She did the whole single mother thing, and she kicked some ass at it. I know she didnt always think she was a good mother to me, but in reality it was I who was a bad son to her. All I can really say other than what is above is that I love my mom more than anything I can comprehend.
Then there's my sister. Again, we didnt always get along well. But as we both got older, we mannaged to get past our petty childhood sibling rivalries and other such bullshit. At one point, she went to live with my grandmother in Washington. I think that summer before then was when I really realized how well my sister and I had begun to get along, and how much I valued her and loved her. I tried to get her to come back to our house in Utah, but she woudlnt. It was her choice. In the end, I'm glad she didnt. It was a good experience for us both.
As a person, my sister is pretty amazing. She's gone though more trials than most just at my hands, let alone in her social circles. I think that because we moved alot as when she was young, she ended up having a hard time making friends. She got very attatched to my mother because of that, too. Which is fine. She's a big animal fanatic. I dont know if she still wants to be a Vet when she makes something out of her life, but it was what she always wanted to do as a child.
Whatever you do decide to do with yourself, Danielle, I just want you to know that I'll be here for you whenever you need me.
As if that weren't enough, I've got a brother too. His name is Brian. He's quite the character. He's the youngest of the three of us. I really regret that I havent had the oportunity to get to know him better than I do now. But when I moved out, he was still a child, and even now he still is young. He was born when I was 7, and we have always had a very odd relationship. We get along wonderfully as much as we hate eachothers guts. Well, I think it's more of a 60/40 thing *grins*
Honestly though, Brian is a great guy. He needs to learn to apreciate our mom a bit more, but other than that he's pretty damned cool. He's ben playing the clarinet at school lately, which is something I'm very proud of. I've always hoped he'd get into something musical.
Brian, I love you. I'll support you in just about anything you do. Just remember to be nice to mom.
The dog, Franky. He's really my mom's dog deep down, but in spirit he'll always be the family dog.
Franky is a miniature daschund hound. Which means he's small enough to fit in your average woman's purse. But dont tell that to him. As far as he's concerned, he's the biggest baddest thing this side of the 5th gate of hell. He's GOT to be the most unlucky dog ever, too. He's been to the hospital more times than I have. Had more serious injuries than I have, and been within an inch of his life more times than MOST people. All within the span of his 6 year life. But in those six years, he's been the most loving, loyal, protective, and funny dog I've ever known. I dont know what I'd do without Franky. He's just been such a big part of my familie's life for SO long now. And oh, the adventures we've had with him too. He's famous, you know. He's been on the radio in Grand Junction, CO, singing away.
Then, of course, there is EVERYONE ELSE IN MY FAMILY. Most of them I dont get along with for one reason or another. The ones I DO get along with, I just never mannage to talk to.
My dad. I debated putting him above, but I figured we disagreed about 51% of the time (at LEAST), which puts him on this list. He doesnt approve of my lifestyle, and I DESPISE his. He's made some bad choices. His fair share and then some. I've tried to hate him with all my might, but I've not been able to mannage it. I DO think he's done plenty to warrent it, though. I barely care for him any more. I know it's a horrible thing to say, but it's true. I'm a shitty person for not being able to forgive him all his sins, but I never said I was a saint *chuckles*
There are a lot of other people in my family. My grandfather, Lenny. A P.O.W. from WWII. He's set in his ways, but he's an amazingly cool guy.
My Aunt Candie... I have mixed emotions about her. She's fun to hang out with, but like my dad she's made some choices in her life that I consider rather poor. Now that she's gotten rid of that swollen ape's ass of an Uncle, though, I think I might be able to tolerate her again.
My grandmother Joyce. I'm not even going to get STARTED on her, suficet to say she desirves a fucking page about some of the most fucked up shit you can imagine (I.E. her life).
Grandfather Chuck and Grandmother Lois. They can suck festering shit through a 7-11 Slurpee straw (the big read ones with a spoon on the end) for all I care. In fact, I'd like a video of that guys, if you're reading this!
Grammie. We dont agree on a lot of moral issues, but other than that she's a wonderful person.
I wish I knew Don, period. He sounds like a good guy, though.
As for the rest of them, I either cannot remember them right now, or dont know them flat out.
I've got a SECOND FAMILY, too...