That One Blog Entry That Is Meant To Be From The Heart And Less Sarcastic

As per request of my favorite, eldest sister, who just couldn't live without her own Mind of T'Ford blog entry (mind you, I attempted to explain it generally isn't a good thing to be mentioned here), I finally decided to dedicate an entry to the people I love and are very important in my life, and let's face it, my favorite people.

The Sis

Of my two sisters, my eldest one Amanda, is there more, treats and respects me better and has done a lot more for me. Not saying my other sister is bad, I do love her and she's had her share of being there for me, but when all else fails Amanda is there. We just have this bond that goes deeper than just sisters. Just as she's been there for me, I have done it in return. I always asked, and still ask, myself what I could ever offer being roughly 12 years younger to be the person she will come to in times of need. Still don't understand it, but fact of the matter is we just have that bond, that trust to be able to go to each other when we need. It's reassuring and quite nice to have someone like that. There's so much to say, not enough words to say it all. I love her to death, and would always make the trip to see her no matter how far we may be apart in life.

Now that the mushy stuff is out of the way, time to show no mercy. This sister has given birth to the most adorable, and my favorite of all nephews. Maybe it's because he doesn't talk back and is so mellow around me. And then, who loves to remind me that I lost the game every 5 minutes even though I play in god mode? Who tells me they are always going to slap my lips, when indeed I've already used my pimp hand on hers? (I'm going to get a lip slapping for that) And who makes me perfect tacos and perfect bacon? Who likes to wake me up at 8 or 9 am on a Saturday scratching my back? Who do I predict to have twins despite what the sonograms show? (I'll get my lips slapped for that, too) That would all be my lip slapping, perfect taco and bacon making, currently penguin wobbling, loving, awesome, sexy sister! But for real...she does make perfect tacos and bacon. She is the best and without her, I don't know where I'd be or who I would be, or who would have even bothered to be there and help me before other people as loving, caring and forgiving as she is came into my life. Screw the half sister BS. You're my sister and I love you no less.

The Mops

Words cannot express the depth of my love, appreciation, admiration and naturally, love for this woman. She's done so much for me without ever having to, nor even bother giving a damn about me. I was just another kid, bitching and whining and being a pain in the ass. But she saw something more, she saw potential (and my limitless supply of cookies), and while I'm not sure what all she saw other than that, she had hope for me. She's done so much for me and made such a difference in my life in such a short amount of time, it's insane. I don't know how she does it all, and I'm not just talking about putting up with my crap (which is too much for anyone to have to deal with, especially not getting paid, benefits or a retirement plan...must be the cookies), but putting up with that AND doing a million and fifteen thousand other things in her own life. This is where not only the appreciation and love comes in, but the admiration. She is in fact, the most inspiring person in my life and a wonderful role model. She also makes me laugh among other things...oh, and I can blame just about anything on her and she takes it. Masochistic...I like it (checks her six for the flipper). I could go on all day about this incredible woman, but I bug her everyday about it and most people already know what she means to me so I'll cut it short.

The Pops

Simple fact about me: I'm a bastard. Truth be told, my biological father is not the same as my older sisters' father. While he's been in my life best he could given some circumstances, there has always been a void and a real touchy subject to approach with me about my father. I never truly felt I had someone there, to fill that void and look up to as a father who could be there because he wants to be, to love me, to be there for me and much more. Then, I met the Izzywizzy, or as many know him by, Isealdor. Way back when...ok, two years ago (seems like forever and a day), we met and talked nights when the insomnia had kicked in. He was just Is back then. Very smart man, caring, loving, wise, patient (only when he's had his coffee), entertaining, and a whole lot more, and only for $19.95 with this special TV offer! Yes, I will admit he has his days where he can be a bit of a butt and teasing more than normal, but that's his job as my Pops, and possibly because I joke and tease him near constantly...I like the first reason better. I never realized or considered him ever being a father figure, until after some months I became like one of his own and noticed that he was more than just a role model. He was more like a father, and since the bond has just grown. He loves me even though I end up taking so much out on him, also puts up with my crap and has done, and still does, so much for me in such a short amount of time. He's filled a hole no one else ever has been able to, and I also love, appreciate, and admire him from every corner, crevice, top and bottom of my heart. By the way, Pops, if you're reading this, you still owe me a damned game of gin!

Brownie

I. Freakin. Love. This. Chick. Nuff said.

Ok, so even though that is enough said, I'm still going to say more because she deserves it, damnit! She makes me laugh, smile, will scritch the ears and tie them together with hair ties, and listens to me when no one else is available. If I could run away and steal the snow from her, I would. If I could nom her arm and eat grilled cheeses in her face, I would. If I had to get Mops to remind me to breathe constantly, I would. If I could stay up late nights to party, watch movies, or be a friend, I would. If I could blabber on like an idiot for no reason other than to praise and lurves my Brownie, I do..erm, would. Yeah. Simply said, I love my Brownie and life wouldn't be the same without her.

Mama V

In the year and half I've known her, life has been interesting and fun. I enjoyed her class, learned quite a bit, and got to know her slightly better. She's listened and helped me through some things, and even now helping me through a tough time. I'm that random, adopted kid that is a pain in the ass, but you can't love any more or less if I were different. I'd jump through flaming cheerios for my Mama V; I love helping out with anything I can to try and repay her for the help she's giving me, and to make her hectic life just that much easier. But alas, I cannot disclose any more information. Awesomeness can't be described via the interwebz.

Who Else?

This damn list goes on too long, so maybe I have a lot of favorites. Nothing wrong with that, means there is a good number of smart, intelligent, good and amazing people out in the world. Just to go through the list of names of other people who I love, appreciate and admire: Rachel, Jordan, T-Dawg (hogan), Az, Padre, Bubble Gum, Tati, Kimmy, Doni, my ebil twin brother, Cortni, Bethany, and my awesome pet rock, Hippie. List of people who are awesome friends and I love (sorry guys, you're special but the above mentioned people are more special to me for various reasons, nothing personal against you): Ren, Jack, Mike, Adara & Gorath (they rock my socks, btw), and...oh to hell with this, there are too many names to list. Let's put it this way, if you're my friend and not just a random acquaintance, you're pretty special. I feel bad for not listing all the names, but just know I'm not forgetting anyone. Jerry Springer just has my attention right now because I'm rotfling pretty hard at the stupid people. Makes me feel good about myself.

In short, I love everyone, even if I don't like 99% of people. To be in that 1% of people I like AND love, isn't the greatest accomplishment in the world by no means, but to some people it's something, and I'm grateful you people love me, too. If you haven't noticed, I didn't exactly plan this entry out, it's all tip of the tongue and impromptu. So don't hate on the horrid grammar and sentence structure, the redundant and not so entertaining paragraphs. It's from the heart! ...and a mix of 2 days worth of sleep deprivation, being commanded to write a new entry now, stressed, writer's block and enjoying tomato soup while watching Jerry Springer.

In Closing...

I love you guys, and life would suck without each and every one of you. Thank you for everything you have done, are doing, and will do. Thank you for the opportunity to know you and be apart of your lives, as you have been apart of mine. Thanks for the great times, the memories, and pushing through the suck with me. Thanks for being there for me, helping me, putting up with my crap. Thank you for being an inspiration, a role model, and filling the voids in my life. Thank you all, for everything.

-T'Ford