web log. weblog. wblog. blog.

When I think about blogs I think about married people or babies. Most of the people I know, who have blogs, are married and a lot of them have babies. When you get married you neglect facebook and get a blog. (isn't that how it works?) Well, I am not married (I'm not even close); I'm not a baby (I don't have one either); I'm just bored.


In fifth grade we learned about the internet. I swore I would never use it. It was waaaaay too complicated for me. But then my friend Michaela came over to my house one day and showed me how to me get an email address. [Bergerbabe@hotmail.com.] I thought I would never get the hang of the World Wide Web. Now look at me. (addicted? not yet.) I'm BLOGGING! Check it out ... my first attempt:


I love my last name because it's German. I'm German. (but not really). Also Ich kann Deutsch sprechen und verstehen aber ich bin doch kein Deutscher. I have German heritage. My father is 100% German, which is fun to say ... but he's just has American as I am. Born and raised in the good 'ole U.S of A. Actually our family has been in America for a while, since the 1840's ish on my Grandpa's side and since early 1900's on my Grandma's side. All of my ancestors married Germans even after moving to America. And then my Dad married my mom, who is not of German decent. I think she's ... English?





My Grandmother: Virginia (Dede) Elizabeth Schulze Ranzenberger.


So I'm German. Great. I am the accident of five kids. did i say accident? I meant youngest. whatever. same thing. [I was actually talking to some of my friends about this the other day] Ok but seriously when the next closest sibling is five and half years older than you and every one else is 18 months to two years apart, there is no question; you are an accident.


I fought with my siblings a lot. Well ... mostly Mitch. Actually no, only Mitch. Rocky usually came to my rescue. Kristen just lied to me all the time, [Probably explains why I am a compulsive liar.] She always told me things like ... "I'm an alien. Mom and Dad just tell you I go to College when really I go to my home planet." My oldest brother Bryan moved out when I was 6.


Despite being an accident and constantly tormented by my older brother Mitch. I had a really great childhood.



Three year old me with my dog, Lady.