Family Matters

Tragedies have a strange way of bringing people together in ways that
they hadn't before. It's such a shame that it took the impending death
of my grandfather to make my mother's family and the family of my
grandfather's second wife closer than we had been in the past. We're so
much alike, a fact that my father pointed out in the car ride home from
the hospice where my grandfather is spending his last few days of life.
We each have our counterparts in the other family, it's uncanny. That
being said, I know my mother feels like she's being supplanted by her
"other", who, in a remarkable turn of events, has the same name as her.
I still feel like acquaintances to them, I know I'm not the only one. I
would have to liked to known them better. It's just so weird that we've
had more to talk about in the past two days that in the entire eight
years our families have been brought together by marriage. Although,
blending families rarely goes as smoothly as it did on "The Brady
Bunch". Look at "Step By Step".

I haven't felt this close to my parents in years. It's hard to believe
the circumstances that are bringing this about. God indeed works in
mysterious ways. I feel so close to them now, but there's still that one
thing that's coming between us. It's so strange to feel so out of place
in your own family. I want to tell them; I need to tell them. I think I
may finally have gotten the push I needed to make this happen, or at
least enough of one to move my...revelation from the back burner to the
front. But we'll see how the rest of the week goes.

P.S. Is it wrong for me to have a crush on a step-cousin? It's not like
we're actually related. It's more like a legal technicality. Trust me.
If you saw him, you'd understand.
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It's not looking good.

That's all I have to say about that.
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What makes people think...

...that Crocs are acceptable footwear? Now hear me out on this. I know everybody hates them; it's just my turn to think they're disgusting. If I wanted to walk around on hideous slabs of plastic, I'd make them myself out of saran wrap. Save an assload of money, not to mention the shame of wearing Crocs

And so it begins...

It's 3:30am and I'm about to leave with my family on a trip to Michigan. My grandfather has been sick for a while, so we planned this trip back in March to go see him. This past weekend his health took a sharp turn for the worst. I figured that now would be a good time to start my blog. I want it to be a cathartic experience for me with regard to my life and my family and my sexuality. I'm hoping this trip gives me some new perspective on what's important to me. We'll see how this goes.

We start with my father getting into a spat with a neighbor girl over her barking dogs. Fucking Cujo, I swear, like the hounds of hell. A while back I printed out the city's dog barking ordinance on the condition that he call the police first before mailing it to the neighbors.

Cut to us all in the car, one carryon item and one personal item in our laps, ready to go to the airport, oh wait nope, have to go the post office first. "One small step for man, one giant leap for quietness," he said. He probably shouldn't have done it the day we left town and won't be able to protect our property for a week. I'm sure everything will be fine because I doubt they're smart enough to do anything. I hid my laptop just in case.

We just made it to the offsite parking. God help us.
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