My dad could build Rome in a day. My dad is the epitome of unreal. The man has been building homes by himself since before I was born. Yesterday I sat on the couch with my breakfast and watched the crew of eight guys (who were surprisingly not Mexican, stereotype I know, but true nonetheless) working on re-roofing the building next door. These guys have been working over a week and still haven’t finished. My dad would probably rock that by himself in a day. Not to mention he’s opening a dive shop = all the free diving I want. Score.
My mom is truly my best friend. I know parents would kill to buddy up and be friends with their kids and know everything that’s going on in their lives (especially when they’re teenagers), but my mom is actually one of my best friends. And not because I feel like I have to be friends with her. My mom and I have some of the best times together. We joke about stupid people and laugh at absolutely nothing and it is awesome.
My sister could be the next Carrie Underwood. That girl’s got a voice on her that could blow the speakers off a supped-up Caddie just from sheer power. She could very well move to Nashville tomorrow and land a record deal, but for now she’s content playing gigs at local bars, being a school teacher and enjoying married life (and hopefully making me an aunt soon).
My brother is an international rock star. Featured in some of the top tattoo magazines (such as Britain’s number one tattoo mag, Skin Deep) and known by name in town and throughout the surrounding area, my brother is quite possibly the coolest guy you’ll never meet (unless you stalk him out at one of the many conventions he frequents throughout the year, which I highly recommend). I don’t get to see him nearly enough, but when I do, it’s always a blast. Not to mention it’s pretty awesome bragging about him when people ask me about my own tattoos.
My relatives have a sense of humor that is unmatched. My aunts, uncles, cousins and second-cousins- there are a few, and they rock- are all obviously cut from the same mold (surprisingly, my mom’s side and my dad’s side are both equally hilarious). When we have family reunions, there are so many things happening at once sometimes I get dizzy just trying to keep up. Not to mention that I can’t breathe right for days afterwards thanks to all the laughing I’ve done.
Pretty much everything about my family makes them the coolest family alive. Everyone brings something fun and unique to the table, and they all have the kind of personalities that just make them super-cool and lucky to be who they are.
Oh yeah, and they all get to be related to me.
What makes your family awesome?