Oh shit. Yes, I'm actually on the internet twice within the same week.

The subject I want to speak on tonight is the subject of family.
Because I'm adopted and an only child, I have always been envious of those who have siblings and life-long friendships with them.

I feel like I have been blessed with friends that have become my brothers. (Because let's face it, I'm a 'tomboy'). I fell like I have been blessed because I have finally found a sister.

When we go out, she's Maverick and I'm Iceman.

I have one older brother. His name is Michael and he is the greatest older brother a girl could hope for.

I have one younger brother. His name is Martin and he is the greatest younger brother a girl could hope for.

Michael is responsible, married, and almost incorruptable.
Martin is still living at home, has had the same girlfriend for six years (he's 21), and completely able to be guided.

I love them both more than words can describe.

The key is that they have yet to meet each other. When they do,
I know they'll talk about their 'sister'.

Because I'm down for each of them in so many ways.
And they'll both be able to say ...

"Our sister is the craziest chick ever!!!"