Where I'm From

To say that I come from an "eccentric" family sounds more dysfunctional than it actually was. For an estrogen-heavy family of creative types, we always loved each other, always stood up for each other and never got into arguments without eventually leading to apologetic tears. No, we were one of those rare "functional" families of the late 70's, much to the dismay of each of our current therapists.

Growing up, my dad worked in a bank while my mom stayed home watching my two sisters and me. At home with mom, in reality our days were filled with baking, reading, obsessive watching of "Little House On The Prairie" and the bawdiest kind of humor that even a hormonal 13 year-old boy would find distateful. With all the appearances of "polite society" in our way too small town, behind closed doors our close-knit, loving clan never met a fart-joke or four-letter word we didn't love!

I remember burping contests that would impress any loyal YouTube watcher (the secret weapon: cheap, off-brand "Vess" diet cola) and a less-than-intense, yet still awkward, sex talk that involved the words "stick it where you want to."

Through this blog, I hope to share more of the memories and hilarious stories I have about my eccentrically functional/functionally eccentric family. They are what made me who I am, complete with a strange (sometimes inappropriate and definitely un-PC) sense of humor, an appreciation for the ironic in everyday life and an ability to refrain from taking the world (and its inhabitants) so seriously.