i dont hate anyone

I dont even know how to begin this. I dont hate her. Everyone has made it seem like I hate her.

I dont hate anyone.

I just feel he is being takin away. I dont want to use the word jealous because that sounds creepy.

Basically he is the closest thing I have to an older brother,

I dont know if she knows about my dads,

but they suck.

He has always been there.

I feel like hes not now.

When I was in middle school I wrote an essay for an english class,

it was called my hero is...

I wrote it on Andy.

Maybe this will help explain why my expactations, for lack of a better word,are so high.

I thought of many people that could be my hero, but one stood out the most, my uncle Andy. Andy was an easy choice; he has always been there for me. When I was nine my parents divorced but he was there for me. My dad was the first to remarry, on March 15th 2002. Andy went to middel school with my step-mom, and because my father does not have any borhters Andy and my dad were and still are close, so it is understandable why he was asked to be an usher in the wedding. He is the only person I hung out with all night, and he made the night worth while. December 2004, my mom remarried, that was very hard for me because my dad was 900 miles away from me but Andy was here and he really helped me through it. Among many of his own attmpts to marry, he hasn't found a girl who has the same love for Taco Bell, Geo metros, American Literature, and the movie Sling Blade yet. When he does he will have cool little kids and she will surely be my best friend.

No matter how bad a situation may be, he will find good in it, and make me laugh. In the last few years he has served in the Navy. I admire him for that, he came from a small now as a joker but he knew he had to do something with his life. He was very lucky to escape going to Iraq more then once. After September 11th they told him to pack his bags and he called my grandma to let her know, their conversation was quite funny. "What if they shoot at you Andy?" asked my grandmother. "You shoot back mom," Andy replied. My grandmother nervously said, "Andy, you dont know how to shoot a gun!" Andy laughed and said, "Mom what do you think we did in boot camp, swim all day?" Another time he was to deploy in a few weeks, so he was on leave to vist us and it could have been the last time I ever saw him. While he was with us his orders left early so another guy went for him. Then at Camp Lejeune, he was there so long he gained seniority but, he did have to stay on base durring an manditory hurricane evacuation.

Because of our ten year age difference we are more like siblings most of the time I suppose. One 4th of July, he was cutting the grass at my grandparent's house and I was inside with a popsicle. He came inside all sweaty and put his nasty armpit on my head, so I smeared my popsicle in his face.When I was younger he told me to call my grandma Liz, Grandma Lizard, she came back with Uncle Neener. The names stuck so well when my brother was born the nurse came and asked for Uncle Neener to come meet his nephew. I have passed these nicknames down to my siblings and cousins.

He has some pretty stupid sayings; he calls his neighbors Pit-Bull, Chewy Bitems. When I wasbaptized in May 2004, I called him to tell himand he said, "Aww did you take a bath with Jesus? Next time tell him I'll bring the rubber ducky." As blasphemes as it was, it was halarious.

When I stay at his house I always over stay my welcome, but he will live. He gets mad at me all jthe time but once he said, "I try to stay mad at her, but its hard. She is just so damn much like me." Some would take that as an insult, but I must say, It is probably the best compliment I have ever been given. I still show his girl friends really bad high shcool pictures, and he still plays Dungeons and Dragons, or as his roomate and I call it, Wizards and Weirdo's in his friends mom's basement, be he is still my hero and my best friend. Webster defines a hero as a methological or legendary figure often of devine desent endowed with great strenght or ability, and illustrious warrior, a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities, one that shows great courage, but to me Andy is so much more.

okay, cheese yes.

but as I was writting this at work, someone else came in and asked what I was writting about so I explained the stiuation.

It is not personal.

I just think I realized,
I wont ever think anyone is good enough for him.

She makes him happy though, so I am going to try alot harder.

What is a blog without picutres?