My dad can be a jerk. He gets mad at stupid things and has his little temper tantrums. He complains about things more than I do. He can talk an annoyingly lot about things I don't really care about. BUT he is always willingly to do anything I need. He is always ready to take care of me. And dammit he can make me laugh my head off. Out of my whole family, he's the one I can be a complete dork with and he will be equally as dorky back and we can just have a good time doing it. He knows stuff like nobody's business and can give you a complete lesson on anything you desire. I love it when he plays his guitar and sings, it's really calming and I enjoy it. I remember him playing songs to me as I grew up, and it just makes me happy. I love him.
My brother can be just as much as a jerk as dear daddy. He is by far the most offensive person I've ever met. He is very judgmental and he can really get under my skin. He knows how to send me off the edge. But we get along anyway. He can be pretty hilarious and in ways we are exactly the same. I like spending time with him and I'd say we're pretty close. It's different hanging out with him because we are the closest in age and are actually like friends at times. He has always been entertaining and fun to be with. Even when he's on my last nerve, that's what brothers are for; I love him.
My sister asks too many questions about things that aren't her business. She thinks it's funny when she makes fun of me. She can be difficult and bratty. I say a lot that I wish she'd stop living off of mom and dad and be an adult already, but it's not true. Honestly I love having her around. She's like a best friend. I miss her when she's gone. She is ridiculous and it makes me laugh. She cares about me and what's up with me. She's the best sister I could ask for and for my entire life, even when we didn't get along, she has been one of my favorite people. I look up to her. I'm proud of her. I love her.
My mom. MY MOTHER. She can be a complete psycho. She annoys me when she's too sensitive or doesn't understand me. I hate it when she tries to make me something I'm not. BUT MY MOTHER IS THE GREATEST PERSON EVER. She's always ready to catch me when I fall. She's always there to rescue my butt. When I've screwed up, she can fix it. When I can't do something, she shows me how. She supports me through everything, even when she doesn't agree. She's accepting. When she doesn't understand me, she tries to learn and change. She would do anything for me and she is the reason behind all of my success. I can be a real bitch to her. But she's always forgiving. She can calm me down when I'm overwhelmed. We've been through everything together, and we always come out closer. I love her.
Not that you were wondering how I feel about my family, but I thought I should exclaim it. Even if this is just something for me to come back and read when they've got me ripping my hair out of my head. I'm so lucky to have the family that I do. I value them more than anything. I tend to disagree with them a lot, and tend to rebel from what they've taught me, but in the end I will always cherish them. I only hope that you, reader, have been given an equally incredible family. I hope that I'm not the only one who is so close to their family and whose family is so loving, because I surely don't deserve them. All of my families are incredible. My family-family, my friends-family, my FFA-family; all the people in my life are incredible. How did I get so damn lucky?
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