Meet Barb

This is my mom, Barb.

She is by far one of the funniest people I know.  Sometimes intentionally, but most of the time it's accidental, and she doesn't even realize it.  It's been decided we need to document the weird things she says and does...most of them through text messages, and so we have #TextsWithBarb.

Let me give you a little insight on our family, that you may need down the road deciphering some of her texts. Here is a family portrait that I think best sums us up.

 That's me, front and center.  As the youngest child, I was probably given too much attention when I was younger and now constantly crave it.  I always got my way and have been babied my whole life.  No seriously, I am almost 30, and my mom still wants to come to my dentist appointments with me. It doesn't help that I am not married, which doubly means that my mom needs to continue to take care of me, as I am barely a functioning adult. 

There's mom, off to the left.  We are a lot alike, and I realize it more and more the older I get.  I am weird.  Like, next level weird. I could rival her on the weirdness scale some days.  But the difference between us, is I am pretty much weird all the time.  I don't have much of a filter.  I am perfectly comfortable being weird in front of complete strangers, and actually, sometimes that's better as I probably wont see them again.  My mom, however, saves her weirdness for our family and her close friends.  She gets embarrased by my antics in public--even though she's done much weirder at home.  So here you see her reaching out to stop me, because I am being weird in front of the photograper, and I guess that's super embarassing to her. 

My dad on the other hand, thinks I'm hilarious.  Smart man.  He's also pretty weird, I think my mom has rubbed off on him over the years.  But he and I share the same sense of humor and both think we are just so funny, even when no one else does. 

That's my older sister, Kristin, next to him.  She will be more commonly referred to on here as "Pickles".  I don't know why.  We have many weird nicknames and inside jokes, that neither of us remember the origins to at this point.  My sister is 3 1/2 years older than me, and I like to refer to her as "closet weird".  We do share genes afterall, so you know that this weirdness runs in her.  She is just not quite as open about it.  It comes out at random times, and usually when you least expect it.  But she has also been dealing with me my whole life, and most of the time she's probably pretty sick of it.  Even though I was her younger sister I still tended to boss her around and she always let me be the center of attention and would go along with whatever I made her do.  She rolls her eyes at me A LOT.  Her facial expression in this picture is a look I have gotten more than once.

And finally, that's her husband, Mike, on the end.  Mike has been in the family for over 7 years, but I still don't think he is used to me.  Or my mom.  Mike is also a weird one, but sometimes I don't think he knows what to do with us.  My mom LOVES him.  Like, he is defintely the family favorite.  Anything Mike wants, my mom will do for him.  One time we were having family dinner and I went to get a diet pepsi and there was one left, and my mom told me I couldn't have it because she was saving it for Mike.  WHAT?! I'm the youngest, I always get what I want! Mike is not amused by my behavior either. He'll learn.

And there you have it! That's us, the faces behind the names that will become this blog.  Sit back, relax, and laugh at my life.  You're welcome.