Happy fucking new year!

I see good things for 07. But that could be my beer goggles.

I'm not really drunk. I'm just happy.

If you read any of the following, all you're going to hear is blah blah blah... You've been warned, proceed with caution.

I finally gave up on my sweet lil truck at some point in December. I went to the Parent's house for Christmas (Washington) and bought a sweet new truck. Same damn make and model, just an 06. And it's sweet. I got a 4x4, and I got to use it, cuz it snowed twice while I was up there. I love him, but I'm having serious trouble naming him. His temporary name is Mr. Bo-Jangles. That was going to be his for-reals name till I realized that shortens to Mr. B.J. Yeah, no truck of mine is rolling a name like that. Then I thought about Tony George-Bob Terwilliger Bodink the third, but he just doesn't seem like a Tony. We'll see, it'll come to me.

I managed to not kill any of my family while I was home. I got to see my new niece Gracie (who is my best friend's little girl, and I got named an aunt. My siblings are way too young to be reproducing.) I may be a wee bit biased, but she's the most beautiful little baby ever. Ever ever. Her parents are being silly though, and dressing her in all this pink... But when I looked at all the baby clothes, everything blue seems to be for little boys. Which is just gay. I only bought her one pink thing. And it's only because the pink onesie came with the cute little overalls. It's fun to be able to play dress up with one of those little people. Except I didn't actually dress her. Or hold her. 3 times I saw her she was asleep, and the other time she was rather cranky. And she was so little I didn't want to drop her. I'm not ready to get all maternal and go off and have one of my own, props to everyone who's got kids, you're a bigger person than me. Maybe one day, but I'm not so keen on the pregnancy and birth and breastfeeding and stuff. My friend loved being pregnant, and that's great for her... I think I'd much rather adopt. But I still have to grow up, so we'll see.

Anyho, I got some alright shit for Christmas, decided I like my sister ok, my brother has his moments, and my mother drives me up the fucking wall. And my dad just scares me. I call him Sir. Not cuz he makes me... It just seems like I'm supposed to. And he does bark orders like some kind of drill sergeant.

Saw my grandparentals. They like to talk. I love them dearly, but Jeebus. Sometimes I just want to go home gramp... My grandfather's interesting. It seems like if I'm home for a week or more, I'm gonna see him cry at least once. It makes me a bit uncomfortable. He's the only grown man I know who doesn't care that he's crying. And anything can set him off. I'm just saying... I don't know what I'm saying.

Saw a couple friends. Got to hang with my siblings and find out who they are a little bit more. I love how they're changing, it's fascinating. My little brother went from this kid who hated country music, listening to AC/DC and 80s hairbands and shit, and the boy now has every Toby Keith and Garth Brooks CD out there. And he didn't just rip them, he went and bought this shit. And now he's growing his hair. It's very dark red. He's always had shorter hair. In the summer he rocked a high and tight, winter it looked like... normal hair? But now he's determined to grow a mullet. I fear the poor boy will never get laid. As a joke I got him and my sister a big ole multi pack of Trojans when they graduated high schoool. He used his as water balloons... Enought said.

My sister is becoming more mature, more responsible. They're both still so young though. My parents have an apartment attached to the house, a mother-in-law apartment if you will, which is where I was staying. They keep extra eggs in the fridge out there and bread in the freezer, etc. I went into the house to make myself breakfast every morning, and if the main house was out of eggs or bread, my wonderful siblings would just put it back and walk away. I even pointed out that mom and dad would probably want those things when they woke up... Nothin, just walked away. I got them. I'm not much older than them, and I can't help but think that it seems like such a long time. Or maybe since they were the youngest they just expect someone else to do stuff.. I don't know. Maybe I was exactly like them when I was their age. They frustrate me but I can't help but love them. I like watching them grow up and change piece by piece into the people they're going to be for the rest of their lives. I just hope they're a little bit more open minded than my parents.

Which reminds me. I was sitting at the table eating lunch or something, my mom was balancing her check books and my dad was wandering around somewhere in the background. Then somehow the topic gets onto one of my friends. My parents don't like this particular friend too much, though I have no fucking clue why. My parents just pop it out that they didn't want this friend coming around cuz they thought they were gay. I believe their words were "just the right girl away from being a lesbian." Then they asked if this friend had ever hit on me. I just sat there staring at them, trying so hard not to laugh my ass off. This was the big mystery as to why my parents didn't like one of my best friends, they were worried they were secretly gay, and would try to "convert me" or some shit. Not to mention my parents are the biggest homo-phobes on earth. It was just so fucking hilarious. So ridiculous. If they only knew how far off they were... I just told them, "No, she's never hit on me or anything like that. No, I really don't think she's gay..." And left as soon as I could to laugh. Those two are real characters.

I know I've got some stories, because there were several occasions where I conciously thought, "Oh I've got to blog that shit. That's something I'm going to love going back and reading..." It'll come to me, and if it doesn't, I'll have forgotten it, do it doesn't matter.