I don’t ask that question in an existential fashion. I’m here on this planet because whatever higher power is up there clearly has a sense of humor. Like with creating a platypus, but with an awkward, short girl with a lot of moxie and even more allergies.
Originally, originally I’m from Northern Ireland in country Antrim. My entire dad’s side of the family still lives there. No, they aren’t leprechauns. My dad moved over here with nothing but $40 and his charm and somehow survived in Atlantic City. At times, I think he has super powers. He probably does get his strength from his glass eye; it’s the reason why absolutely everything in life works out for John G Dee.
My mother is from Philly. I think that should explain that. She won’t take your guff, and she will tell you whatever she thinks to your face. She has told me, among other things, that she wishes she could tell people she had a kind of tourettes, but with patience. She even tried to do this during the homily of my older sister’s wedding. She is also a hardcore cross-stitcher. Right now she is working on a portrait of Jesus for a (clearly) Christian friend, but she refuses do do his face until last because she doesn’t want him watching and judging.
My older sister is living in Northern Ireland right now with her new hubby. They just got married a month ago… so far so good. They’re just waiting on his green card/visa/whatever it is to come over here. Then she wants kids. Lots of them. This frightens me.
Then there’s me. After being born abroad, I was brought over to New Jersey to grow up. It has really helped shape my sarcasm towards so much in life. I graduated with a bachelor’s in May 2010, and I work part time in retail. I do theater and such, but I have an immune system that says it is a really bad idea to attempt to do that professionally. I have a new attempt at a life’s plan every week, which I’m sure drives my boyfriend up the wall. He’s very sweet in how he puts up with me. I have applied for a grad school program in film studies and screenwriting. I will probably be ungodly devastated if I do not get in. I’m a very self deprecating person, but I always dress cute. I’m about as left as you can go without treading on Stalin’s toes, and I’m a very proud feminist who happens to love playing with make-up.
After the whole “going to college thing” happened, I moved down to Maryland’s Eastern Shore on my family’s “farm.” I put that in quotes because none of us actually know how to run a farm. Still, we have horses, including my own Cody Monster, too many barn cats that keep multiplying because my dad feeds them way too much Meow Mix, two labs that I swear are actually bears in disguise, Jack the barn cat who decided to move in and has yet to leave, and of course, my trusty sidekick: Fred the Cat… who happens to spend the majority of his time looking at me judgmentally. It keeps me grounded.
I’ve been on the Eastern Shore now for nearly a year, and I still have culture shock. It has it’s perks, like the annual reenactment of the Chestertown Tea Party (apparently, they had one, too) which is always better to watch while inebriated. Still there is a lot of not much here, and the people take some getting used to. I understand country club republicans, but not ones that wear camouflage, let alone tea-partiers who try to preach to you at the local restaurant… which is actually a gas station that doesn’t have gas.
Basically, I need this blog to keep me sane… somewhat.