Okay, to start off, I got this email from my step mom at work today. At first I didn’t even think about it being at all strange because that’s just how I was raised but then I remembered a quote from my father at dinner the other night “Tina, did I tell you about the steam roller I bought? It weighs 3,000 pounds! I got it just to kill moles!” and I realized how truly hickish my family is. Let me explain that he had that “kid going to Disneyland for the first time” look on his face. It was kind of priceless. I forget sometimes that these sort of things might not be an everyday normality for other people. But I embrace it. I have some damn good stories, mostly I owe my father for all of them.