We Are Family

I'm not even sure if I can explain all of what I am feeling right now. My story is complicated. (You can read some of it here, here, and here.)

I gave you lots of links but they are important to what I'm about to share so go read and I'll wait.

*hums*

Ok, all done? Good.

I am now in contact with all of my brothers. Even better? They met up this past weekend and Owen met Justin and Kenny for the first time. The level of joy I am feeling about this is pretty much off the charts. It has been my dream for my brothers to be all together. The next step is to get together with them all.

My baby brothers are together. Finally. FINALLY.

Finally.

Kenny, Owen, and Justin

My heart is so full that my chest feels tight. I can't wait to see them all in person. And to think, all of this happened because of Facebook. If I ever see Mark Zuckerberg in person, I just may kiss him right on the mouth.

Get Here

Thinking about family. This song seems to sum it up well.

I wanted to post the video but the embedding is disabled on YouTube. Grrr...so here's the link if you want to listen to it --> Get Here


You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can

You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer oh closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can

I don't care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here right now right by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here, get here
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
Get here if you can

~Brenda Russell

P.S. Looks like my DH was able to track down info on my brother Owen. Nothing concrete yet but I'll post as I have more information. Yay!

Funniest Blog EVER

I just ran across a blog that is the funniest EVER if you are a parent. Go and see for yourself (http://www.defectiveyeti.com/) and when you do, make a point of visiting the "About" section. Some of stuff he says about being married to "The Queen" will make you cry from laughing so hard. (See number 4 in the 100 Things About Me list.)

Here is an example (hope you don't mind Defective Yeti - I'm advertising for you):

I'm A-Start Some Drama

I walked into the kitchen this morning to find The Queen groggily gathering coffee-making accoutrements.

"Wha'cha gonna do wit all dat junk?" I asked her. "All dat junk inside yo trunk?"

She scowled at me as a reminder of the household's "no conversation before caffeine" rule, but then asked, "What are you saying?"

"No no, that was all wrong" I said, disappointed. "You are supposed to reply ..." -- I switched to falsetto -- "... I’m a-gi gi gi git you drunk, git you love drunk off my hump."

She looked confused. "I'm going to get you drunk?"

"Right," I confirmed. "Love drunk. You know, off your hump."

The Queen stared at me blearily.

"And then," I continued, "you emphasize this final point by saying: My hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump. My --"

The Queen interrupted. "Is this that song you've been talking about on your blog?"

"Hang on," I said. "We've coming up on the best part."

"Okay," she said, resigned.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and began again. "My hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps."

There was a long, stunned silence.

"Check it out," I added.

"That's awful," said The Queen in horror.

"Now you understand," I said, nodding somberly. "And it's knowledge that can never be unlearned."

"Why?" asked the Queen. "Why did you do that?"

I shrugged. "That song is like The Ring," I explained. "You have to pass it on, or you die."

Posted on December 15, 2005