Oh my precious family.

I am very independent. Seriously. Ask any of the boys who try to date me (I say this like there's a lot... OK, ask any of the 4 boys who have tried to date me). Oh heck, ask my parents. They will tell you ALL about it. Or show you embarrassing home movies. Or tell you lots and lots and lots of stories. Lots. (They'll also tell you I'm brilliant and that I'm the most beautiful, smartest, most fun kid around, besides my sister. I guess she's fun, too. Also, we're both hilarious... but probably only mostly to us. My family. Oh, and some of our friends. The ones who know my dad. AKA Jefe.) (GEEZ! That was a long parenthetical thought...). But, man, I love my family... though the independence factor has been wonderful, I appreciate them more and more all the time. What's funny to me about my lovely little family is the hilarity and difference that we all bring to the table. My sister, brother and I haven't changed from the time we were hanging out in the womb. Obviously, we've matured... sort of. Maybe not at all. We are EXACTLY as we were in the womb, possibly. My baby sister is shy (HA!!). She claims to be around new people. I don't really buy that my sister is shy (I'm also the master of rhymes.) - I usually don't get to talk if she's around. Which isn't a bad thing. She is just really chatty. My sister is the sibling that makes me laugh at the most random things. She's a great storyteller. In person. She usually has me rolling on the floor laughing. She has this little attitude that will knock you over if you're not careful. Then there's my brother. He has a quiet humor to him. He has the one liners. I swear he's learned this from Jefe (his step dad, my dad). Jefe is BRILLIANT. And quiet. And hilarious. But you have to catch it. His funny little things come out when only one person is looking and there one time deals. Then there's my mom. She's a ball of energy. She usually keeps the rest of us going. She does things that are funny. But her little funny quirks are sight jokes. You know, the ones you have to see. She makes faces. Or listens intently to the story you're telling (well, the one my sister is telling) and the faces and little asides my mom puts in will probably make you pee your pants. HILARIOUS. So, I come from a funny family. We're all really odd. We do strange things. My sister sings to her dogs. Popular songs with their names in them. We think the neighbors can probably hear her and we hope he laughs. She gets that from my mom.

So you may be wondering why I'm posting this. Well, I love them and I wanted to tell you about them.