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I just heard the best wedding toast ever, you guys. You don't even know.
Okay so it's this guy's son, right, and the guy is on his third wife. Apparently they keep getting younger. So there's the context, the quote is, "I want to thank my dad for finally getting me what I always wanted. A younger sister."
Cue the most awkward silence ever.
PLEASE CAN MY WEDDING BE THAT AWESOME?
day 01 - introduce yourself
day 02 - your first love
day 03 - your parents
day 04 - what you ate today
day 05 - your definition of love
day 06 - your day
day 07 - your best friend
day 08 - a moment
day 09 - your beliefs
day 10 - what you wore today
day 11 - your siblings
day 12 - what’s in your bag
day 13 - this week
day 14 - what you wore today
day 15 - your dreams
day 16 - your first kiss
day 17 - your favorite memory
day 18 - your favorite birthday
day 19 - something you regret
day 20 - this month
day 21 - another moment
day 22 - something that upsets you
day 23 - something that makes you feel better
day 24 - something that makes you cry
day 25 - a first
day 26 - your fears
day 27 - your favorite place
day 28 - something that you miss
day 29 - your aspirations
day 30 - one last moment
My parents. I could write a book on this. First of all, my dad is my number one hero. I am preeetty much as "daddy's girl" as you can get. Now, the thing about my dad, is that nowadays he's pretty much the most upstanding citizen I can think of. He's in AA, he's friends with just about everyone he meets, he owns his own company that he bought and sort of picked up out of failure, he has an amazing wife, he's awesome. And one Thanksgiving he says, in his sort of dadly way (which, for the record, is a calm, composed, very thoughtful tone which sort of seems to say, "Listen to me, I am about to impart upon you great wisdom")--
"At my job at the local theater, I used to sell cocaine to the bands that passed through town."
And I'm just sort of like... dad...
I knew he was into shitty things when he was young, but mostly I thought it was just weed. 8| The beach cabin that I used to bring my friends to? I bring them there to play DnD and make fun of each other, he used to bring them there to do drugs and drink. He was into some pretty bad stuff when he was younger-- he grew up the youngest of a million children, his own dad was blinded by chemicals when he was in like... middle school? Elementary school, maybe? Dad reports that he lost the will to live and died within a few years. So apparently all of this is enough to drive a guy to beer, lots of drugs, and idk probably rock and roll. I don't know when this changed, but somehow he became a model sort of citizen.
Some people ask what would Jesus do, I just aim for what would dad do. He really is the reason I'm as... calm and logical and shit as I am today. Mom mentioned the other day that a friend asked her how they used to discipline me, and she sad my dad used to be in charge of that. Mostly he would just explain to me why I couldn't have/do something, logically and calmly, and I would accept it. :|b
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY MOM. She's the sort of woman who, in the middle of a snowstorm when she just wants to get home and sit in front of the heater, will stop to help a woman with her groceries up the steps of her apartment. True story. She's the most caring woman I know, and she ends up suffering for that kindness more than she should. For example, she once helped a mother and a daughter get to a shelter for battered women after seeing them trying to navigate the bus system with, like, all their belongings in tow. She gave them a lift, and when they unloaded her car they unloaded her car. They took her purse and CD book (worth about $200) as well. After like a week of calling around and trying to get them back she finally got her purse, but not the CD book.
She was recently laid off from Nike, where she's worked for about 20 years, and even more recently sold her house and relocated from Portland to Michigan in her quest to find a job. It might seem a strange move, but her roots are in Michigan. I don't really mind it, since every time I visit I get to hang out with my brother, sister in law, and all of mom's friends-with-kids. It's pretty cool.
My mom is also, it stands to mention, excellent friends with my step mom, Ruth. They like each other enough that they just... travel places together. They both came down to visit me in Savannah, they both took me to Seattle one Sakuracon, etc. It's funny to introduce them as "my mom and my step mom" and watch people start reevaluating their sexuality.
Ruth deserves a section all of her own. I've never known someone with a better sense of humor. She can make me laugh pretty much constantly, and sometimes she inexplicably reminds me of Eddie Izzard. She's been taking improv classes, and I'd kill to watch one of them. She's also absolutely beautiful when she smiles, and she's smiling a lot. That woman is hella photogenic.
Ruth is dad's third wife, and the wife between her and my mom was... an experience. Hilary was an incredibly loving woman, but she had issues. She was bipolar, off her medicine, and took it out on me and her kids. Mostly on me, I've been told, but I didn't notice that sort of thing when I was 10-14. Hilary was an FBI agent and about as intense as a woman can be. She would confront you about anything that bothered her, and most of those confrontations had me reduced to tears and afraid to say anything back because my voice would be annoyingly wavery. It was kind of a hard few years, but I loved her and my step brother and sister more than I can say. I learned a lot from her, too. I'm not sure I'd be nearly as able-to-confront as I am today without her influence. I sort of wish sometimes that I could go back in time and practice on her with my new found bravery, though. I was just seriously not up to the task at that point.
There's also April, who sort of falls into the parent category. She's known dad, mom, and Ruth since forever, since before even dad and mom were married. She also introduced dad to Ruth. She's, without a doubt, the strongest personality I know. If she wants something, she gets it. She was in charge of Regional... something or other for Office Depot, which made her a millionaire. She seems to know everyone, whether she met them through a job or through AA or because she once climbed Kilimanjaro/sky dived/braved the Australian outback with them. If I'm not asking myself what dad would do, and if I'm trying to summon up the courage to do something, I ask myself what April would do. I basically can't describe how utterly impressive this woman is.
Oh, and my favorite story? There was this one guy she met through AA, Richie. He looked interesting and she decided she was going to do him. So she got to know him, put the moves on him, and did him. She was happy to leave it at that, he suddenly got all attached and clingy. She had to break it to him that she wasn't exactly into that, and ended up telling Ruth about Richie to share the amusing story of him. At the next meeting this guy stands up, tall, hardcore, covered in tattoos and piercings, and introduces himself to the group as Richie, and Ruth just turns and goes, APRIL. >:OOOO Long story short, April is my character Aranya. It's awesome.
...What I ate today. Woke up and had an apple, donuts, and some Keebler cookies. Delicious. Went on a hike and finished it off with an ice cream cone. Then fajitas, cantaloupe, and salad for dinner. It's like I'm some kind of Frankenstein monster of college kid diet and reasonably healthy.
Aannnddd I lied, it's not three, my definition of love is tomorrow.
When I get home I'm gonna ask out that guy who's name I can never remember.
Okay so it's this guy's son, right, and the guy is on his third wife. Apparently they keep getting younger. So there's the context, the quote is, "I want to thank my dad for finally getting me what I always wanted. A younger sister."
Cue the most awkward silence ever.
PLEASE CAN MY WEDDING BE THAT AWESOME?
day 01 - introduce yourself
day 02 - your first love
day 03 - your parents
day 04 - what you ate today
day 05 - your definition of love
day 06 - your day
day 07 - your best friend
day 08 - a moment
day 09 - your beliefs
day 10 - what you wore today
day 11 - your siblings
day 12 - what’s in your bag
day 13 - this week
day 14 - what you wore today
day 15 - your dreams
day 16 - your first kiss
day 17 - your favorite memory
day 18 - your favorite birthday
day 19 - something you regret
day 20 - this month
day 21 - another moment
day 22 - something that upsets you
day 23 - something that makes you feel better
day 24 - something that makes you cry
day 25 - a first
day 26 - your fears
day 27 - your favorite place
day 28 - something that you miss
day 29 - your aspirations
day 30 - one last moment
My parents. I could write a book on this. First of all, my dad is my number one hero. I am preeetty much as "daddy's girl" as you can get. Now, the thing about my dad, is that nowadays he's pretty much the most upstanding citizen I can think of. He's in AA, he's friends with just about everyone he meets, he owns his own company that he bought and sort of picked up out of failure, he has an amazing wife, he's awesome. And one Thanksgiving he says, in his sort of dadly way (which, for the record, is a calm, composed, very thoughtful tone which sort of seems to say, "Listen to me, I am about to impart upon you great wisdom")--
"At my job at the local theater, I used to sell cocaine to the bands that passed through town."
And I'm just sort of like... dad...
I knew he was into shitty things when he was young, but mostly I thought it was just weed. 8| The beach cabin that I used to bring my friends to? I bring them there to play DnD and make fun of each other, he used to bring them there to do drugs and drink. He was into some pretty bad stuff when he was younger-- he grew up the youngest of a million children, his own dad was blinded by chemicals when he was in like... middle school? Elementary school, maybe? Dad reports that he lost the will to live and died within a few years. So apparently all of this is enough to drive a guy to beer, lots of drugs, and idk probably rock and roll. I don't know when this changed, but somehow he became a model sort of citizen.
Some people ask what would Jesus do, I just aim for what would dad do. He really is the reason I'm as... calm and logical and shit as I am today. Mom mentioned the other day that a friend asked her how they used to discipline me, and she sad my dad used to be in charge of that. Mostly he would just explain to me why I couldn't have/do something, logically and calmly, and I would accept it. :|b
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY MOM. She's the sort of woman who, in the middle of a snowstorm when she just wants to get home and sit in front of the heater, will stop to help a woman with her groceries up the steps of her apartment. True story. She's the most caring woman I know, and she ends up suffering for that kindness more than she should. For example, she once helped a mother and a daughter get to a shelter for battered women after seeing them trying to navigate the bus system with, like, all their belongings in tow. She gave them a lift, and when they unloaded her car they unloaded her car. They took her purse and CD book (worth about $200) as well. After like a week of calling around and trying to get them back she finally got her purse, but not the CD book.
She was recently laid off from Nike, where she's worked for about 20 years, and even more recently sold her house and relocated from Portland to Michigan in her quest to find a job. It might seem a strange move, but her roots are in Michigan. I don't really mind it, since every time I visit I get to hang out with my brother, sister in law, and all of mom's friends-with-kids. It's pretty cool.
My mom is also, it stands to mention, excellent friends with my step mom, Ruth. They like each other enough that they just... travel places together. They both came down to visit me in Savannah, they both took me to Seattle one Sakuracon, etc. It's funny to introduce them as "my mom and my step mom" and watch people start reevaluating their sexuality.
Ruth deserves a section all of her own. I've never known someone with a better sense of humor. She can make me laugh pretty much constantly, and sometimes she inexplicably reminds me of Eddie Izzard. She's been taking improv classes, and I'd kill to watch one of them. She's also absolutely beautiful when she smiles, and she's smiling a lot. That woman is hella photogenic.
Ruth is dad's third wife, and the wife between her and my mom was... an experience. Hilary was an incredibly loving woman, but she had issues. She was bipolar, off her medicine, and took it out on me and her kids. Mostly on me, I've been told, but I didn't notice that sort of thing when I was 10-14. Hilary was an FBI agent and about as intense as a woman can be. She would confront you about anything that bothered her, and most of those confrontations had me reduced to tears and afraid to say anything back because my voice would be annoyingly wavery. It was kind of a hard few years, but I loved her and my step brother and sister more than I can say. I learned a lot from her, too. I'm not sure I'd be nearly as able-to-confront as I am today without her influence. I sort of wish sometimes that I could go back in time and practice on her with my new found bravery, though. I was just seriously not up to the task at that point.
There's also April, who sort of falls into the parent category. She's known dad, mom, and Ruth since forever, since before even dad and mom were married. She also introduced dad to Ruth. She's, without a doubt, the strongest personality I know. If she wants something, she gets it. She was in charge of Regional... something or other for Office Depot, which made her a millionaire. She seems to know everyone, whether she met them through a job or through AA or because she once climbed Kilimanjaro/sky dived/braved the Australian outback with them. If I'm not asking myself what dad would do, and if I'm trying to summon up the courage to do something, I ask myself what April would do. I basically can't describe how utterly impressive this woman is.
Oh, and my favorite story? There was this one guy she met through AA, Richie. He looked interesting and she decided she was going to do him. So she got to know him, put the moves on him, and did him. She was happy to leave it at that, he suddenly got all attached and clingy. She had to break it to him that she wasn't exactly into that, and ended up telling Ruth about Richie to share the amusing story of him. At the next meeting this guy stands up, tall, hardcore, covered in tattoos and piercings, and introduces himself to the group as Richie, and Ruth just turns and goes, APRIL. >:OOOO Long story short, April is my character Aranya. It's awesome.
...What I ate today. Woke up and had an apple, donuts, and some Keebler cookies. Delicious. Went on a hike and finished it off with an ice cream cone. Then fajitas, cantaloupe, and salad for dinner. It's like I'm some kind of Frankenstein monster of college kid diet and reasonably healthy.
Aannnddd I lied, it's not three, my definition of love is tomorrow.
When I get home I'm gonna ask out that guy who's name I can never remember.