Happy Tree Friends

When I graduated highschool, I didn't get a special party and we didn't go out to eat. We rode our dilapidated minivan to a pet store to buy dog food. I suppose parents never really know what to do the first time around. 3 out of 4 of my brothers have graduated high school so far (only two of them are featured on the left). My youngest brother, Oscar, just started 6th grade. What's strange is that I can remember quite clearly the year that I was in 6th grade mostly because Oscar was born and he was tiny, like a small creature with lots of black hair on his head. My step-mother no longer wobbled around like a duck. Those few days I was in the hospital, I had to cook dinner for my father and brothers. I remember making a beef stew that had to be saltier than a salt lake. To this day, I can't remember why I kept adding salt to the stew every 20 minutes.

Everyone must know that Boston and I aren't exactly the best of friends, actually, I could care less if I ever visited that filty soul-draining city every again. However, the day I graduated from the notorious Northeastern University was one of the happiest days of my life. The chain and ball relationship I'd had with that university since I arrived that unforgettable Fall of 2002 had finally been cut. I think one of the best things was having my family together and not having to listen to any bickering or witness any dirty looks. For the first time in years, and I mean over 10 years here, my family was able to sit down together and be civil. I can't believe the one year anniversary of that day in the picture is coming up on Sept 2nd.

I guess it'd be a pretty sad day if I was still working as an administrative assistant in the human resources department at the Childrens Hopsital in Boston, huh?

But I guess ending up in Australia isn't too shabby of a deal. Especially when I can do happy dances- anytime I want to.