Coincidence: How does your own life compare with the turtles?

[Ava Collier]

Being family doesn't always make you friends, but it's obvious they don't love each other because they think they're supposed to. I know, I have a little Mikey, and Don of my own...heh their names even begin with the same letters. *rambles* We weren't even raised together. I would kill for them.

I posted this in another thread, and it got me really thinking. I've spent most of my life in a grouping with three other people. While these people haven't always been the same, my role has been...and nobody messes with my friends. I've always sort of had my own nerd, doofus, and leader-guy who suggests things I don't really wanna do. At first when this "Which ninja turtle are you?" thing came up, I was slightly insulted...I was pointed at, with one word uttered. "Raphael". I thought about it for a moment...and all I could do was shrug, and tell Sam aka Sunshine she was Mikey. We had trouble figuring out our other two. Both of them fix things for a living, both are nerds, only one has martial arts training. We ended up deciding that my husband is Donatello. He spends most of his time on a computer, and yet is still the most likely to blow himself up. Other Sam...will actually stand in my livingroom, with his hands on his hips, going "I'm the best! And we should do this..." We just...look at him funny XD

My given family life was pretty much the same, only a bit more to the extreme. My mother didn't raise me. I'm not going to go into a whole lot here. I'll just explain that she was my permanent Leonardo (only without the common sense, intelligence, or honor)...and I'd like to kick her ass on a rooftop...or off of it. The one I considered my mother died many years ago. She taught me the best she could, but when she left me, I really considered myself alone.

...I started to get REAL personal here >.< oops. *backspace* let me skip to my brothers. *points to above self quotage*

"M" can usually be found with a game controller in his hand. He really doesn't do anything else...unless I'm around. I may as well have a target on me...or a sign that says "Keep saying the wrong things, until I try to murder you." These funderful moments usually ended in a chase/capture/beating with my mom trying to break it up, and my other brother standing off to the side looking clueless. Sound familiar? It is funny when he screams like a little girl...Battle nexus champion my ass.

If "D" has something, he's likely taking it apart, or else putting it back together. I had a computer break down on me a few years ago. It went to two different shops, who couldn't even get it to turn on. My brother asks me for it, and by this time I figure there's no harm he can do...
So within an hour he's got this computer up, and running. He turns to me with this look...this smug grin...and asks me if I want it back.
LITERALLY within five minutes of me touching it, I managed to get the sasser worm. Yay...go me. *sigh* Dead computer. Of course, this is the favored brother by my mother. When he's being babied, or obnoxiously praised you can usually find me glaring/screaming from across the room, and "M" bounding around like an idiot going "What about me?"