A letter to my family.

Dear family,

I love you all dearly. But is normal too much to ask for?

I guess so.

Because, ya know, my friends come home to mom working or doing chores or landscaping or cooking or whatever. I come home to find my mom wangling with the 'love sac', a giant oversized glorified beanbag. Normal, right?

Most dads work 9 to 5. My dad works the 7 to 11. No, not the night shift. The all day shift. As if most kids come home and are recruited 3 seconds later to split wood. Or, on slow days, debate who played Phobee in 'Friends'. (it was Lisa, Todd, not Gweneth!!) yeah, I can see how that's average.

So I walk in the door after track, wanting to ESS. (my version of GTL). Eat, shower, sleep!! But my sisters plans are different. She wants to have an all out ninja style war, complete with nerf guns, laser pointers, and hand to hand skilled ninja combat. She knows that she has to attack after track, when I'm weak. Otherwise I'd kick her butt!!

Oh, and John? Next time Dara pulls into the yard, can you not give her a heart attack by hooking the sled up behind the golf cart that 'surfing' on the sled, yelling like a mentally unstable Indian with your bebe pistol waving above your head? Ok, great. Thanks for that one.

And dearest Libby,

You're the only normal one I got. You're also really dumb. But cute!!

So, is normal too much to ask for?

In my family, yeah. But than again, a touch of insanity makes life fun!!!

<3 Taylor Elaine