And Now A Few Words From The Child
Today I asked the kids to write about our family. This is the way the 14 year old sees us:
My family, that’s an interesting subject. I wouldn’t say that we’re weird because weird is only what is perceived by another person, but you could say we’re abnormal. Its just things we do. My intermediate family consists of three blood relatives and two strangers that just happened to pop in. The blood relatives are unfortunately girls. The unfortunate part is because I had to grow up with three women, my whole life! I know a lot of you guys are saying, “That’s not so bad”, and a lot of you girls are saying it too. But we all know women are about the most difficult creatures on this earth. It’s true, and me being a woman I know. I mean, guys can be stinky-possessive-stubborn freaks! But women are much more horrible than that. It’s like living with three snakes. They’re cunning, they’re sneaky, and they’re deadly.
I know what you’re going to ask! Who are the two strangers? Ok, maybe that’s not what you where exactly going to ask, but I’m the writer and if I want I will put words in your mouth! It’s my job. Anyways, the three strangers are my dad, my brother, and my sister. Well, that’s who they are in my mind. For two of them it was an instant connection of friendship and the other one, well it took awhile for him to get his stubborn butt out of the gutter and into the light. It’s weird because I usually connect with people exactly the opposite of me. That’s just how I am. I’m drawn to anything remotely new or strange. If they’re a little bit like me then, cool, but exactly I can’t handle. Believe me, the world does not need another Megean around, anyways, on to my family and away from the introduction.
A One Girl Revolution
“What’s in MY best interest? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you tell what MY best interest is!? When I went to your schools! Your churches! Your institutional learning facilities! ALL I WANTED WAS A PEPSI!”
My mom, Jacqueline Moreno-Garcia, is a very interesting character, to say the least. She’s like a hippie-punk revolution in itself. She’s cool and interesting in her own way. All my friends and ex friends and even strangers think she’s cool. I mean, she can get a kick out of the smallest of things, and that’s where I get it from. She’s never bored, she’s never without an idea, and she always, somehow, has the answer. And no matter what, she is prepared! I’m saying this woman has a first aid kit, a flash-light, papers and pens, millions of books, and full make up supplies. All in her purse! I bet she has a pair of combat boots and a bullet-proof vest in there too! I’m saying if you are going to some boring waiting room, where you’ll be sitting for hours not doing anything, she’s the woman to call to go with you! You will never be bored with her around.
She’s such an artistic soul and though she may love paintings, photography, and literature. She hates to write and she hates to paint and she even hates to take pictures. But she does those things anyways. By some sort of feeling deep inside her heart she feels an obligation, to the world, to do those things. And though she hates it she’ll do those things anyways. That woman will run across a rickety bridge carrying three hundred pounds on her back, with a pit of hot lava underneath her, if she has to. I mean, when she has to get something done. She gets it done!
And though she may be the most hypocritical-selfish-brat sometimes, and she may piss me off to no end! I still love her. And my whole being rests on the fact that I am my mother’s daughter.
Rap Masta Corn Flake
“You are late from curfew. Because of that, WE SHALL HAVE A KUN FU BATTLE! But first…we eat!”
My dad, Joseph Bass, has to be the coolest guy I’ve ever known. If he was my age I would hang out with him all the time. But he’s not and he has work and other obligations, so I don’t. And plus it just wouldn’t be cool to hang out with my dad. But anyways, he’s the most intelligent, witty, understanding person ever since Buddha. And Buddha’s pretty pimp so my dads way up there. He acts like me somewhat in the way he acts and talks and reacts to certain situations. I’ve learned from him that every situation can be solved by dealing with it directly through words and not violence. He’s one of the most inspirational people in my life.
Though he’s only been here for a little while it seems like I’ve known him forever. He really does rock! And man, that guy can cook! Before I’ve loved cooking and I cooked a lot. But when he came it just sort of amped up my culinary arts abilities. He’s taught me so many things, and not only in the kitchen. But he’s also taught me things out side of the kitchen, things I can use in every day life. Things I have been missing for a very long time. He’s really filled that void, that gap, of missing a father most of my child hood. The downside is that now I’ve lost a lot of my angst. I need my angst!
The Closet Goth
“Who was eating cheese in the bathroom again!?”
My little sister, Bridget McBride, by all means is a closet goth. She’s one of the most artistic souls I have ever known. I’m telling you! She use to make statues out of tape. Now, come on! Anyone who can make statues out of tape and paper is brilliant to me. And she’s so smart. She uses her forgetful excuse so that my mom won’t give her as much work. Now that’s sneaky! She’s even told me before. “It’s not my fault I’m the favorite” She says most of the time. The truth is I am jealous of her. So is my big sister, Jessica. It’s mainly because she will never have that responsibility of having a younger sister. She will never know what it feels like to come second, and its all because she is the baby.
Now, I’m going to say she’s a brat mainly because I am the big sister and she is. She’s always there when I want to hang out with my friends, she’s always tattling on me, and she’s always in my way. But in the end she is the greatest little sister. I have taught her so much, she really is my pride and joy. I mean, today I was teaching her how to fight and she punched me in the stomach so hard it knocked the wind out of me! I was so proud! And then I sort of got her in an arm lock so she couldn’t move, I was still mad. Then Jessica walked in and got on our cases and we stopped and left. She taught me a lot too! I’ve gotten lots of fashion ideas from her. The thing is she likes to dress up the barbies with tape or take other Barbie outfits and make stuff out of it. It’s rather interesting and I bet she’s going to be a fashion designer when she grows up.
She’s such a gentle soul. She’s always reminded me of Nicole Kidman. Not only because she has red hair, but also because she bares some sort of elegance in her awkwardness and she is so gentle no matter what she does. That girl may write poems about death and sorrow, but she really does brighten everyone’s day a bit.
The True Brat
“In the end that girl is going to be your door to heaven.”
My older sister, Jessica Elvin, is the most difficult person you will ever know. She can be the coolest cat, but sometimes she just makes me want to smack her and yell “KARMA”. She’s out going, funny, creative, smart, and she would’ve mad a hell of an actress. I mean, this girl can make herself cry on cue! She is so moody, she is the one who gives me most of my angsty material. She has got to be the most difficult person. She will test your patients, I’ll tell you that! She’s loud and obnoxious and she never knows when to stop.
Men are drawn to Jessica by some foreign affair. I don’t know. She is very pretty, but does burping and farting and talking about every single bowel movement you have make you attractive? I don’t know. But she is very charismatic. I mean, she just comes into a room and all attention is on her, no matter what. If there was someone with a knife sticking out of their arm and they where bleeding all over the place, everyone’s attention would still be on her.
She’s the one who taught me how to dance! When we where little I looked up to her so much, I thought she was the best thing in the entire world, she was my hero. I remember her and I use to dress up in funky outfits and put on shows for my mother in the living room. That was the best. She’s the one who influenced my whole life’s work. She’s also the one who got me into my goth phase. And she knows it too! Well, I’m glad I’m out of it, she’s also the one that got me out of it. And no matter how much pain and angst and frustration she puts me through, she is my sister, and if I would take one person with me to go to hell and back. She would be the one.
The Casserole Dish
“I swear, in another life you where Mexican!”
Mike is my soul brother! He’s my bro, my homey! He’s my brother from another mother! No seriously, Mike is like my brother. No matter what’s happening, I can always go to him. And he’s even more protective over me than Jessica! Which I think is cool, since I never had a brother growing up. I always wanted one and now I know what it feels like. It stinks! Literally! He’s got some stinky feet! I’m serious! It goes everywhere!
But besides that he’s cool. He’s like a step under Jodie and Buddha, but besides that he’s cool. And that guy, he’s black in his own mind! He even raps occasionally if you catch him off guard. And he’s pretty good, but that guy grew up on rap! Not only that but everything has to be a rap song for him. He use to hate rock, but we have reformed him. But he wasn’t always so great to get along with. When we first met him he was such an arrogant brat! He was cocky and believed he knew everything. I couldn’t talk to him without getting into an argument with him. Now things have cooled down, he’s become more gentle some how.
He really is my soul brother. He’s one of the people who have gotten me out of the darkness and into the acid light! Well, not completely but a little.
In the end they’re crude, they’re rude and they’re the best thing in the world. No matter how much they make me mad. No matter how much they make me want to go on a rampage and take over the white house and turn it black! I still love them no matter what. And I may want to kill them at times, but I’d kill for them any day.
My family, that’s an interesting subject. I wouldn’t say that we’re weird because weird is only what is perceived by another person, but you could say we’re abnormal. Its just things we do. My intermediate family consists of three blood relatives and two strangers that just happened to pop in. The blood relatives are unfortunately girls. The unfortunate part is because I had to grow up with three women, my whole life! I know a lot of you guys are saying, “That’s not so bad”, and a lot of you girls are saying it too. But we all know women are about the most difficult creatures on this earth. It’s true, and me being a woman I know. I mean, guys can be stinky-possessive-stubborn freaks! But women are much more horrible than that. It’s like living with three snakes. They’re cunning, they’re sneaky, and they’re deadly.
I know what you’re going to ask! Who are the two strangers? Ok, maybe that’s not what you where exactly going to ask, but I’m the writer and if I want I will put words in your mouth! It’s my job. Anyways, the three strangers are my dad, my brother, and my sister. Well, that’s who they are in my mind. For two of them it was an instant connection of friendship and the other one, well it took awhile for him to get his stubborn butt out of the gutter and into the light. It’s weird because I usually connect with people exactly the opposite of me. That’s just how I am. I’m drawn to anything remotely new or strange. If they’re a little bit like me then, cool, but exactly I can’t handle. Believe me, the world does not need another Megean around, anyways, on to my family and away from the introduction.
A One Girl Revolution
“What’s in MY best interest? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you tell what MY best interest is!? When I went to your schools! Your churches! Your institutional learning facilities! ALL I WANTED WAS A PEPSI!”
My mom, Jacqueline Moreno-Garcia, is a very interesting character, to say the least. She’s like a hippie-punk revolution in itself. She’s cool and interesting in her own way. All my friends and ex friends and even strangers think she’s cool. I mean, she can get a kick out of the smallest of things, and that’s where I get it from. She’s never bored, she’s never without an idea, and she always, somehow, has the answer. And no matter what, she is prepared! I’m saying this woman has a first aid kit, a flash-light, papers and pens, millions of books, and full make up supplies. All in her purse! I bet she has a pair of combat boots and a bullet-proof vest in there too! I’m saying if you are going to some boring waiting room, where you’ll be sitting for hours not doing anything, she’s the woman to call to go with you! You will never be bored with her around.
She’s such an artistic soul and though she may love paintings, photography, and literature. She hates to write and she hates to paint and she even hates to take pictures. But she does those things anyways. By some sort of feeling deep inside her heart she feels an obligation, to the world, to do those things. And though she hates it she’ll do those things anyways. That woman will run across a rickety bridge carrying three hundred pounds on her back, with a pit of hot lava underneath her, if she has to. I mean, when she has to get something done. She gets it done!
And though she may be the most hypocritical-selfish-brat sometimes, and she may piss me off to no end! I still love her. And my whole being rests on the fact that I am my mother’s daughter.
Rap Masta Corn Flake
“You are late from curfew. Because of that, WE SHALL HAVE A KUN FU BATTLE! But first…we eat!”
My dad, Joseph Bass, has to be the coolest guy I’ve ever known. If he was my age I would hang out with him all the time. But he’s not and he has work and other obligations, so I don’t. And plus it just wouldn’t be cool to hang out with my dad. But anyways, he’s the most intelligent, witty, understanding person ever since Buddha. And Buddha’s pretty pimp so my dads way up there. He acts like me somewhat in the way he acts and talks and reacts to certain situations. I’ve learned from him that every situation can be solved by dealing with it directly through words and not violence. He’s one of the most inspirational people in my life.
Though he’s only been here for a little while it seems like I’ve known him forever. He really does rock! And man, that guy can cook! Before I’ve loved cooking and I cooked a lot. But when he came it just sort of amped up my culinary arts abilities. He’s taught me so many things, and not only in the kitchen. But he’s also taught me things out side of the kitchen, things I can use in every day life. Things I have been missing for a very long time. He’s really filled that void, that gap, of missing a father most of my child hood. The downside is that now I’ve lost a lot of my angst. I need my angst!
The Closet Goth
“Who was eating cheese in the bathroom again!?”
My little sister, Bridget McBride, by all means is a closet goth. She’s one of the most artistic souls I have ever known. I’m telling you! She use to make statues out of tape. Now, come on! Anyone who can make statues out of tape and paper is brilliant to me. And she’s so smart. She uses her forgetful excuse so that my mom won’t give her as much work. Now that’s sneaky! She’s even told me before. “It’s not my fault I’m the favorite” She says most of the time. The truth is I am jealous of her. So is my big sister, Jessica. It’s mainly because she will never have that responsibility of having a younger sister. She will never know what it feels like to come second, and its all because she is the baby.
Now, I’m going to say she’s a brat mainly because I am the big sister and she is. She’s always there when I want to hang out with my friends, she’s always tattling on me, and she’s always in my way. But in the end she is the greatest little sister. I have taught her so much, she really is my pride and joy. I mean, today I was teaching her how to fight and she punched me in the stomach so hard it knocked the wind out of me! I was so proud! And then I sort of got her in an arm lock so she couldn’t move, I was still mad. Then Jessica walked in and got on our cases and we stopped and left. She taught me a lot too! I’ve gotten lots of fashion ideas from her. The thing is she likes to dress up the barbies with tape or take other Barbie outfits and make stuff out of it. It’s rather interesting and I bet she’s going to be a fashion designer when she grows up.
She’s such a gentle soul. She’s always reminded me of Nicole Kidman. Not only because she has red hair, but also because she bares some sort of elegance in her awkwardness and she is so gentle no matter what she does. That girl may write poems about death and sorrow, but she really does brighten everyone’s day a bit.
The True Brat
“In the end that girl is going to be your door to heaven.”
My older sister, Jessica Elvin, is the most difficult person you will ever know. She can be the coolest cat, but sometimes she just makes me want to smack her and yell “KARMA”. She’s out going, funny, creative, smart, and she would’ve mad a hell of an actress. I mean, this girl can make herself cry on cue! She is so moody, she is the one who gives me most of my angsty material. She has got to be the most difficult person. She will test your patients, I’ll tell you that! She’s loud and obnoxious and she never knows when to stop.
Men are drawn to Jessica by some foreign affair. I don’t know. She is very pretty, but does burping and farting and talking about every single bowel movement you have make you attractive? I don’t know. But she is very charismatic. I mean, she just comes into a room and all attention is on her, no matter what. If there was someone with a knife sticking out of their arm and they where bleeding all over the place, everyone’s attention would still be on her.
She’s the one who taught me how to dance! When we where little I looked up to her so much, I thought she was the best thing in the entire world, she was my hero. I remember her and I use to dress up in funky outfits and put on shows for my mother in the living room. That was the best. She’s the one who influenced my whole life’s work. She’s also the one who got me into my goth phase. And she knows it too! Well, I’m glad I’m out of it, she’s also the one that got me out of it. And no matter how much pain and angst and frustration she puts me through, she is my sister, and if I would take one person with me to go to hell and back. She would be the one.
The Casserole Dish
“I swear, in another life you where Mexican!”
Mike is my soul brother! He’s my bro, my homey! He’s my brother from another mother! No seriously, Mike is like my brother. No matter what’s happening, I can always go to him. And he’s even more protective over me than Jessica! Which I think is cool, since I never had a brother growing up. I always wanted one and now I know what it feels like. It stinks! Literally! He’s got some stinky feet! I’m serious! It goes everywhere!
But besides that he’s cool. He’s like a step under Jodie and Buddha, but besides that he’s cool. And that guy, he’s black in his own mind! He even raps occasionally if you catch him off guard. And he’s pretty good, but that guy grew up on rap! Not only that but everything has to be a rap song for him. He use to hate rock, but we have reformed him. But he wasn’t always so great to get along with. When we first met him he was such an arrogant brat! He was cocky and believed he knew everything. I couldn’t talk to him without getting into an argument with him. Now things have cooled down, he’s become more gentle some how.
He really is my soul brother. He’s one of the people who have gotten me out of the darkness and into the acid light! Well, not completely but a little.
In the end they’re crude, they’re rude and they’re the best thing in the world. No matter how much they make me mad. No matter how much they make me want to go on a rampage and take over the white house and turn it black! I still love them no matter what. And I may want to kill them at times, but I’d kill for them any day.
