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Amy Jo, aka AJPP, AmyW (pronounced "Amy Wuh"), is my psychic twin. This is sort of like a best friend but more creepy. Ask me about the "sconce, tome" story sometime. We have been inseperable since our first year at Smith when we discovered that we needed to swap roommates so that she and I could be roomies. Yes, we spent many a night demurring from going to parties in the quad so that we could fold laundry and watch TV in our PJs at good ol' Washburn House. And when that place got miserable and the first years were literally smoking crack, we made a break for Chase House and spent a lovely last year (or for smartypants Amy, a last semester) there with much more pleasant people. Well, for the most part, nasty skanks on the third floor notwithstanding.

We were roomies for a year in Slummerville after graduation too, before she moved to Worcester to be with her future wife, Miss Annie Plean (actually Annette... we're big on dorky nicknames).

Amy is very awesome and definitely one of my very favorite people in the whole world. She taught me how to knit as well, which is a big bonus.

Members:

Rob Reed
Heather Rose
me
Billy
Emily
Bridget

But she's really copying me because I had something similar on my old Radio site so that's OK.

Here are some of the folks you might read about on this site. (Be sure to check back for new additions.):

• Rob Reed
• Heather Rose
• Amy
• Annette
• BadBoy Family
• Billy
• Emily
• Bridget
• Dan
• Brian
• Dad
• Mom
• Jess
• Rebecca
• Jozwik
• Sheilagh Bridget
• Eva Maria
• Heather Ann

Sheilagh Bridget is my INFP sister. If you haven't ever taken the Myers Briggs test, or a fake pseudo-test, you're missing out on some good fun.

Anyway, we are both super-geniuses. She even has a certificate to prove it. This means that any evidence to the contrary is plainly wrong or fake.

Sheilagh is my hero because she went from being a religion major at Smith to, somehow, being a midwife birthin' Amish babies in rural PA. She had to take lots of crazy classes her final year at Smith and then even after, when she was living in Boston and working at "the crazy place", in order to do this. And she had to get a nursing degree before doing further study to get her midwifery degree. She went to Columbia which is further proof of her genius status.

Sheilagh is always up for a good cry for no reason over a shamelessly sappy country song.

The Heather you may see in photos from Smith was a part of the group of four which also included me, [[bio-AmyW Amy]], [[bio-sheilagh Sheilagh]], and which for various somewhat stupid reasons, was called "Meance 4 Society". We were an anti-social little clan for the school year 1996-97 which was Heather's sophomore year, [[bio-sheilagh Sheilagh's]] senior year, my junior year and [[bio-AmyW Amy's]] junior/senior year because she graduated a semester early.

Me being the only junior in Washburn House that had to share a room (I volunteered to because I'm nice like that), I got first pick and we got the best double in the house. Heather also made her poor dad buy her a TV/VCR so the four of us spent most of our time in our room watching the TV instead of hanging out with our housemates. This turned out to be a somewhat smart move as there were many crazy first-years in the house that year, including several who decided to do many drugs in the house including crack and heroine. Nice.

Anyway, there are lots of fun stories about Heather and "Menace 4 Society" that perhaps I will post someday but in any case Heather and the rest of us had a falling out the fall after [[bio-AmyW Amy]] and I graduated and we haven't spoken since.

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I got in trouble for introducing Heather as Rob Reed's ex-girlfriend, but it's true. That was how I thought of her when I first met her anyway. Now I can't believe they dated for one second because I would have thought they'd murder each other. Ha ha.

Heather Rose is Rob Reed's ex-girlfriend. Gross. They are also best friends since they've known each other for a long time - they were something like 13 maybe when they met. But Heather or Rob Reed will have to specify that, I'm not precisely sure.

Like lots of best friends, they also sometimes hate each other, but it never lasts.

Heather is back in Boston after a long stint in Manhattan, Kansas, going to vet school. She now owes us free vet care for life (our lives, not the lives of our pets). Speaking of which, we may be having an at-home clinic where she gives Billy shots soon!

Heather likes to think she is the Queen of France which means everyone is too nice to her for no reason. Other than her royal status of course. She also likes to "examine" pets against their will now. She also frequently threatens to steal other people's babies. So keep a close eye on your dog and your kid.

Heather, Rob Reed and I make up the unoriginally named "badboy family", which is what Heather dubbed us at some point. We are a dysfunctional family but some kind of family nonetheless.

Eva was our first exchange student. She came and lived with us my senior year of high school. She was from Gelsenkirchen, Germany. She was a pretty cool chick. We had a lot of fun despite our family's insanity, and despite the fact that one time [[bio-dan Dan]] swung his backpack into her face while we were waiting for the bus. [[bio-dan Dan]] wasn't always so nice in those days.

Poor Mom got spoiled having two daughters that year and was very sad when Eva left in July of 1994! I got to follow her to Germany and go on a crazy vacation with her divorced parents though. Lots of stories there. She calls her mom "Melone" which means "melon", and, according to her, it's because she's round like a melon. Poor Melone! It was a fun trip, I hopefully have a lot more pictures from it to post. I'm pretty sure I do.

Michael Jozwik, aka "Joz", was on my staff at ASP in the summer of 1998, in scenic Tazewell, Virginia.

Jozwik is a special guy. He's a total bastard but he's a bastard with a heart of gold. It's an interesting combination. If you meet Jozwik, ask him to tell you a "fat kid" story. He was fat as a kid for a while and has many unfortunate tales about it. He's even a bastard to himself.

He performs with Flambango, an improv group in Chicago. I haven't seen them yet because I haven't been there since this group has been put together, but if you're in Chi-town I'm pretty sure you'll want to check this out. Unless you don't like laughing. Then stay far away.

My mom is the youngest child by something like 7 years, and has an older brother and sister. She's from New Jersey. But not big-hair New Jersey. WASP-y New Jersey. Haddonfield.

Anyway, my mom is just about the sweetest person you will ever meet. She cries over everything because she is very concerned about other people. She also cries almost no matter what emotion she is experiencing, and passed this on to me (thanks a lot). When we were kids and did things like kicked each other in the head ([[bio-dan Dan]], [[bio-brian Brian]]), and chased each other around with bats ([[bio-dan Dan]], [[bio-brian Brian]]), she would get very upset and fret that we would never get along. But now we get along famously. Good job guilting us into liking each other, Mom.

Mom doesn't swear. If she says "hell" or "damn" you'd better look out. Most likely she's going to kill you or someone else. She never let any of us swear either, including my poor [[bio-keyrock dad]], even when he smashed his finger with a hammer. Of course, us bratty kids would be sure to tattle on him if he did. Sorry [[bio-keyrock Keyrock]].

Mom is pretty awesome because she went back to school full-time in her

forties and got a Master's degree in Education and started a whole new career.

The only really bad thing we could possibly all inherit from Mom is "the shakes". The more real name is "familial tremors". Her mom had it and the three of us are constantly testing ourselves to see if we have it. People often think she's nervous, but she's not. It's just the shakes!

Mom went to Russell Sage College and [[bio-keyrock Dad]] went to RPI. They met at a frat party, which was really a nerd party because RPI is a nerd school. But as I've been told by my dad, his was the "cool" frat because they had nerds AND jocks in it. OK, [[bio-keyrock Dad]], we believe you.

Jessica is a friend of mine from high school. She kicked my ass into being more liberal - thanks, Jess. Then she and I were labelled as the two biggest bitches in several of our classes because we always yelled at the moron conservative assholes that never shut their f-ing mouths. See? There I go again.

Anyway, I have known Jess for over 13 years, which is hard to believe. We like to do sweet things like call each other "whore" and "slut" and "tramp" and much more creative names that mean the same thing. I'm not sure why, it's just a special bond that we have. (Well, in her case she really is a slut.)

Jess is awesome. She is always fun to hang out with, always fun to make fun of people with, and she is also the whore with the heart of gold. When I had my wisdom teeth (all four at once) taken out after my freshman year at college, she stole dogwood from her neighbor's tree and made me a pretty bouquet and also brought me a half gallon of my very favorite ice cream, Breyer's strawberry.