Mom: "And then there's Amber's blog but she's not funny. She is sentimental and only talks about boring things that happen with her and Erik..."
(I, being distraught, hang my shoulders in saddness)
Mom continues: "...But ERICA'S BLOG, man is she hil-ar-ious! She is the funny one, she's always blogging about something that will make you laugh every time you read it. I suggest always reading her blog because once you start you won't be able to stop!"
Mom claims it didn't go down that way, but I know it did. As she said this one sentence, my childhood desires came flooding back. I always thought as I was growing up that I had imagined it. But no. My mom had proved what I was always trying to avoid. I am not the funny one. Of course my parents had always told us we each brought something special to the table. What they really meant is "Erica is the funny one and we're just glad Amber thinks of food so much so she'll never forget about bringing dessert." They meant it literally when they said "to the table".
Through the years I have been trying to go from the "easy-going, can't make decisions, go-with-the-flow, so-called 'peacemaker', favorite child" to the "hilarious, just can't be around her enough, where did you get your jokes?" kind of person. Obviously I have not succeeded.
And then I got married and we get invited places and I think "Yes! Maybe I'm actually funny. Maybe I'm finally overflowing with clever lines that get people going and they just want more." Until Erik got invited somewhere without me. And then I remembered: Oh ya, my husband is the funny one.
Well fellow bloggers, I AM DETERMINED TO BE FUNNY. I will be funny! It will take a lot of effort, it is not something that comes naturally (as my entire family continues to point out) but it will happen.
I know my family is my family so they have to be honest. But doesn't someone out there find me funny???
