Let's Roll the Ball

All my friends have blogs. Their friends have blogs. Sadly even some of my parents' friends now have blogs too, which seemingly would mean that blogs have jumped the shark but seeing as how the most recent post I saw on the Lidell's blog was a bunch of dumb pictures from last October's Harvest Festival, I'm not sure they're really cornering the market on Information That Matters.

Anyway I was like the only person I know without a blog and it was starting to kind of piss me off because, after all, I'm like the only person I know who even WRITES. And writes for real. And what pissed me off more was that whereas like a year ago when blogs were hip and cool and stuff everyone was always asking me "Hey Justina, you gonna start blogging girl?" after awhile people weren't even asking me anymore. It was like the concept of me even having a blog was so five minutes ago that it had become irrelevant.

Clearly it's time to settle that score.

So here it is, my blog. I'll probably write mostly about how my family just relocated across the country from California to Pennsylvania - I know, like, what? Imagine your mom drops that particular bomb at dinnertime. Color me ready to run away and join the circus. I didn't even know that anybody had ever moved to Pennsylvania on purpose - I thought people just were born there and grew up there and then somehow never made it out.

I guess I'll have to write too about my boyfriend - probably soon to be ex-boyfriend since he still kicks in Cali. My little brother who's cute and all but since I turned 16 and became babysitter of choice (read: free child labor) he gets progressively less cute with each diaper change. Oh yeah, there's 14 years between me and my brother. In addition to being smart about where the family should live, my parents are super smart about things like family planning.

The funny thing is like six months before I found out my mom was pregnant me and Wendy were hanging out in my parents' bathroom putting on lipstick and false eyelashes and stuff. I know my mom keeps glue somewhere so I was going through the drawers when I found a stash of CONDOMS. It was so gross because a. like who wants to think that their parents even do it anymore and b. ewww.

Wendy and I blew three of them up and we kept two each of the remaining four. At the time I figured that if she had seven so readily available there was probably a huge cache of them somewhere - possibly in our Earthquake Preparedness Packs - but then after I found out that my mom was having a baby I wondered if maybe it was kinda me and Wendy's fault.

I know for sure I'll be buying condoms in bulk!!