Our Story

I'll be the first to admit I am a total blurker on tons of different blogs. Usually, I just skip around to different links on my friends' blogs to start reading about the lives of others until I actually believe I know these people. A common trend I've begun to find is people having special sections dedicated to "their story." How We Met, Our First Date, How He Proposed, Our Wedding, How We Got Pregnant (by bumpin' uglies, that's *usually* how) and Watch Our Family Grow.

I don't have my own story yet, perse - but since this initially started as a blog to keep up on family matters, before my oh-so eloquent nonsense took this in a random new direction, I decided to tell 'Our Story' - how this train has been chuggin along Route Crazy since the 70's.

My mom was a stunning young lady with debutante-like qualities from a well-off community just off the north shore of New Orleans. Being a member of the country club and having a very distinguished father, she was also offered the honor to attend the Olympian Mardi Gras Parade as the Queen.

During one of her last years of high school, she went with one of her girlfriends to the drive-in movie. Her friend mentioned that she'd like to introduce her to someone by the name of Mike Stanga. My mom had heard this name several times as being quite a character, but had never met him, so she was very eager to actually come face-to-face with this 'legend.' Out of the corner of her eye, there he was, basking in all his glory! Getting warm, fuzzy tingles yet? Sounds kind of like a fairy tale story so far, huh? Something like Princess meets Prince...

What she saw was an unshaven, unkept slob in overalls with his 250+ pound body in a drunken comatose, slumped over backwards on the hood of a car, beer still in hand.

That's Mike Stanga!?!?!?!

I don't think to this day my mom has ever been as disgusted as she was the first night she met my father.

If you're wondering how this story even remotely has a chance at continuing and how in the hell it didn't end right there, stay tuned...