March102002

SO...CLOSE...YET...SO...FAR...ARUGH!

It's about 2:30PM on this beautiful 14th of March (Happy Birthday Mom) and time is moving at the speed of dirt right now. I have my last midterm at 4:20 and as soon as I'm done writing those two essays Sam and I are busting out of here to the fun filled town of Glenmoore in which my family resides. That's right. The new boyfriend is going to meet the family.

You know, someone should make a movie about this...oh wait, nevermind!

So while this isn't the crowning pinnacle of permanency or anything, it's still pretty big. Not the actual act of meeting my parents but the fact that he wants to meet them and is looking forward to meeting them is what I find just adorable. He said he wants to meet the people who made me.

I don't think that I am soley a direct product of my parents, though. I believe that Three Mile Island played a large part in how I am since my parents were both present for the semi-meltdown and in close proximity to the plant too. Yup, I feel strongly that good old radioactive waste has helped to make me what I am today.

But not all of my life can be attributed to a technological disaster. Dori and Vince played a rather big part as well. And for those of you who know my parents, isn't it amazing that I'm not more screwed up? I supposed to best thing I got from them was a sense of humor.

You need a sense of humor when you're 6 years old and you walk out of the bathroom in a restuarant and your parents are no longer at the table and you start to freak out and think they left you. You need a sense of humor when you run into a store to pick something up while your parents wait in the car and you suddenly see them pulling away in the reflection of the store window. Having stuffed animals who talk and give you contracts where you unknowingly sign away the rights to your toys could really mess someone up if they didn't have a sense of humor. (but since that day I've ALWAYS read the small print)

So thanks to them, I can laugh at myself, which is how I believe I have successfully made it through the past 19 years. In fact, just yesterday Sam and I were walking out of the buidling where we get coffee and I almost got hit by the automatic door. Was I embarassed? No. Did I laugh REAL hard? Yes. I have issues with automatic doors. I also have BIG issues with the kindergarden concept of Left and Right. Tracey, Jon, Dan, and Lisa will vouche for me on this one, citing numerous occasions where I wholeheartedly believe that I was going right when really I was going left. Thank god for the invention of "Making a Meg" (left, cause it's the drivers side) "Making a Dan" (who always calls Shotgun, on the right) and a "Hetero" (straight) otherwise I'd be a wreck.
Where the hell was I going with this? I digress...

Anyway, so in a few hours Sam will be meeting the family, getting slobbered on by the dogs, seeing the wall of the horrifying school pictures of Meg, and hearing numerous "Meg said/did this funny/stupid/cute/embarassing thing" stories. I have it coming, though, since I've met this family, see his pictures and while his dog doesn't drool, he does want to devour me whole, so that's gotta count for something.

Back to studying. It's 3:00 now and I've got that midterm at 4:20. So close...so freaking close but so freaking far.

Love you all!