Honesty Pt. 1...(Don't ya just love Billy Joel--too young ehh)

Soooo-Weston asked me to help with the site mainly because I started out as an English major got bored due to the work being too easy and ended up an art major for the challenge which is where we met. (How's that for a bad sentence!) Now if you know Weston and think he's all straight-laced, you're wrong. For some reason he at least claimed to like my work and that's how it all started--I still go over that in my head because he definitely kicks my ass...but he was just a kid back then to give him proper credit...

The real problem is that I'm more cerebral than, well, uh, able to "bust it out"...if there were money in ideas, I'd be a billionaire by now. Unfortunately...I haven't found that niche yet. Dammit. Fortunately I share this with my brother whose degree is in philosophy though he considered writing and history first.

I have a really, really messed up family. I know you all do--but my mother's side of the family could seriously put any Jerry Springer episode to shame--definitely NOT bragging, just stating fact. No college grads and the way they speak to each other--they things they do to each other--unmentionable--but I'll get more into that later (maybe). My father's family, on the other hand, is your classic mid-western bunch of sweethearts that can't begin to envision being evil to a stranger let alone a family member. Sure occasionally there's a snotty comment but they aren't so nuts they can't get along on holidays--at least for propriety's sake.

Worst of all, after years of carefully cultivating two children to be as smart as possible and think for themselves (despite being catholics) my parents decided to turn avid Republican. My brother and I were both adults by this time and old enough to be reasonable so we probably could have just lived with this but our mother is the confrontational sort and can't just let things be. You have a choice: her way--or remember some horrible childhood abuse to make her shun you and leave the alone. I chose the latter, my brother found some way to totter precariously. I can't live with daily rants about "evil immigrants", those "sick gay marriages" and "stupid environmentalists"--somehow my brother can tolerate all this--to a point.

Despite all the childhood fighting and backstabbing, we have actually turned out pretty tight. We have the same neuroses and we think the same weird things. Which is definitely more fabulous than anything I could have imagined. And for a twisted example...of ideas and sibling connection...well...I'll write that blog after this, to give some breathing room...I'm a Greener and he's a Dem but we're both pretty irreverent...