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Come on now, who wouldn’t love to have been raised by wolves in the wild without mother or father from which to pick up strange habits and mannerisms? As far as families go, mine is frickin’ Insane, but a sane childhood is a boring childhood. I guess I have them too blame… I mean thank for my strange thought process and creative ideas.

This is my dad, the more normal acting and appearing of the group… in public that is. This is the man to blame for my singing “You’ve got to get up get on get happy, get ready for another day.” early in the morning. It drove me batty every day for something like 7 years. Can you say cruel and unusual punishment?

My favorite brother… the family dog Mookie. Isn’t he the cutest little thing?! Just like a little person all happy and cuddled up in his bed. He loves his squeaky banana and his plaid blankey. Feed him a treat and he’s your friend for life.

more stuff to come, including my mom and momentary references to my siblings...