and soo it begins...

Summer is usually met with excitement. That turns into fear when my mother goes on a rant about whycan'tyoudothis whywon'tyoudothat, cleanthatup, watchyourbrother, DO--NO--DON'TDO!!!

I forgot. I think that everyone does. I just heard her yelling. Maybe I should let some family shit off of my chest.

MY BROTHER (LITTLE): Very cute. Perhaps a tad spoiled, as he is the youngest, and definitely the favorite of my mother. Mommy'sbabybabybaby. If you ask sissysissysissy, she thinks it's a load of bull. Mommy did it twice, why is it so special now? More or less, it bothers me that he is ten and stills relys on mommy, nana, or Kimmy to get him a glass of milk. I say no, I'm the one at fault. Sorry Mom. I know he's your baby but he's too old to crawl into bed with you in the middle of the night.

MY BROTHER (OLDER): Quiet. Video-game addicted. Spoiledspoiledspoiled. Does what he wants and is rpoud of the number of times he has failed stuff in Italian. Noms on money the way I like to nom on Oreos. Nummmynummy. He's a meatheaded wrestler, huge, muscular and mean. HE IS MEAN. Intentionally nasty towards me, wholly depricating of me. He just doesn't know what to do with himself, I think.

MY MOTHER: Generally a very nice lady. But, you know, every mother has her hard spot. NO don'tdothis, dothis, cleancleanclean, Ihatetoclean. In my opinion, if she didn't want to do this, then she shouldn't have gotten married. Or she shouldn't have stopped working and gotten us a nanny OR just shouldn't've had kids. She also tends to exaggerate, rip ot half of my right eyebrow, and go iver the line when teasing me.

MY FATHER: The strict one. TheonlyreasonKimmygotBillyJoelticketsisbecauseDaddydidn'tshowupuptoherFatherDaughterDanceforGirlScouts. He will blame my mother for anything that goes wrong and it pisses me off. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even see my face. He just wants me to excellexceedbebetterthantheotherpeople.

Now, I know I'm not a perfect person ton live with. I have my moments, my funks, my emotions and styles anf ticks and ways of doing things. Sometuimes I just get tired of worrying that it;s just me.

I love my family VERYYYY much, but they do drive me insane like any other family. WEe are what we are, and sometimes it get frustrating to deal with.

*PS...THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY IS ME!!! THEY ARE THE FIRST PEOPLE I WILL DEFEND AND THE PEOPLE I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WORLD.