I’m not too sure what I’m going to write about here or if I’ll even keep writing. I always try to promise myself I’ll keep a blog going but I never do. First off I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself….

I was born and raised in Wellington, New Zealand (A little place by Australia) not many people know where that is but to me it’s all I’ve known. Family is a complicated subject which I’ll do my best to explain: I have 5 sisters and 3 brothers, all of which are half. Before my father and mother meet my father had a son and a daughter (a few years apart of course) with one woman 40 odd years ago, 10 year later my mother had a daughter then a son also. My mother’s husband at the time shortly died of cancer and left her to raise 2 young children. For whatever reason my father ended it with his wife, being 2 lonely people they searched for other fish in the sea and found each other. That’s where I come in! In July, 1992 I surprised the world. Just after I turned 2 years old my father left to be with another woman by the name of Linda who was at my christening a year or so before….sketchy? -I think so! Anyway they seemed to be quite happy and started popping out little ones faster than ever. Thus came a son and four daughters. Although I’m glad to say I only lived with the siblings on my mother’s side and still live with my mother and sister in the same house I’ve always lived in. As for grandparents and other relatives well most of them passed on before I was able to walk, talk or realize I even had other family! It stinks being so young in a family full of old people but It’s made me more mature than some people I know so I guess I wouldn’t have it any other way….