A lot of people took care of me every other day, when I was trying to grow up, and made sure I got to grow up to be the Ornery Fucker I am today and did so without complaint, it is my turn.
Granny went out of her way to show me some pictures of my skinny ass when I was about 11.
Before I had my nose broke eight fucking times, before I smoked three tons of weed, before my Mother died, drinking herself to death, before I drank enough whiskey to make a natural born fucking Irishman blink twice.
Granny did a good thing, she reminded me that family takes care of family.
I needed to be reminded of that tonight.
If ya got some, look at them sideways and remember that ya fucking love them before they aren't there .
She has no one left in her family except her daughter, my step mother.
I only have my real brother and my Uncle on my real mother's side left.
I am also lucky in that I have grown up with a huge family.
Two other brothers that I love dearly, and a family that goes with them that would make yer eyes pop out.
They are all family and I love them dearly, there is no difference.
I raised a couple of beautiful children, who have a beautiful older sister with a three year old, who all call me Dad, the greatest accomplishment of my entire life, bar none.
I am proud of all three of them.
It don't get better than that, I love them with all my heart.
I ain't boasting when I say they are beautiful kids, one look at them and one look at me and you would know damn good and well I had no part in their genetic make up.
I don't give a shit if you are blood related, My Gram has always accepted me for the ornery little fucker I have always been for 38 years.
That is unconditional love.
I know this because I have learned how that is so true, you can love anyone, treat 'em like blood relatives because after a while, they are.
It don't fucking matter.
If they love ya enough to put up with yer ass, ya love them and their kids as yer own, what fucking difference does it make?
Yes, we have had our differences, but kids are kids and Mom's are Mom's and Grannies are Grannies. Brothers are brothers and cousins are brothers too.
Fuck with one of mine and find out what I am talking about.
My Republican relatives and I have gone toe to toe and not talked to each other at times for quite a while.
Fuck the politics, it is always a beautiful thing to see their kids.
I have watched two generations grow up now, that is scary because I can't remember their names sometimes and their fucking kids have grown up to be as tall as I am and I ain't fucking Santa Clause.
Lot's of great babies grow up to be twice the adult I was at their age, or maybe not, that is where a little small talk ,one on one can go a long ways.
My pleasure to watch that happen.
The best part is, when bad things happen and someone needs a helping hand, the phone rings and shit happens, right, fucking, now.
I am very lucky in that regard.
It is my great privilege to do my part.
Everyone has their day to day complain, I am no different, I just know that I am one lucky bastard.
Kiss 'em and hug 'em and kick 'em in the ass when they need it,
You'll miss 'em when their gone.
In the mean time, I have several things to take care of, one is, the fucking toilet didn't seal and I am going to go All IN and fix that motherfucker for once and all fucking time, next week.
I ain't fucking kidding either, there is going to be shit flying through the air and waterproof adhesives sticking to the floor like peanut butter in a dogs mouth, baby shit on a blanket and cat piss in yer favorite leather jacket.
Piss me off, motherfucker, we shall see who wins in the end.