Monday, December 12, 2005

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Thanks for stopping by and leaving comments for me to read! I just got back from my dad's last night, and I had time to answer a PM before I fell out for the night in my comfy new blanket! :-) My dad and Kathy got me a down comforter for my birthday. It is the greatest! It got really super cold that night (and last night) so I couldn't have gotten it at a better time. I feel really bad though. They forgot to take the price tag off, and they paid $180 for the thing. If it was me buying for myself I wouldn't have a problem, but they already have money problems so I feel simply awful. Just a card or something would have worked. And my big sissy gave me a really pretty ring with three hearts on it. One for me, one for her, one for dad. I met her roughly a year ago, so I nearly cried when dad told me what it meant. Teresa and I are super emotional, lol. I guess after spending my whole life not knowing I had a sister, and her spending her life not knowing where her dad was...Just a big mess of tears!
The stay at dad's was great except for the worry. I was almost in Bartow (just passing Alturas I think) when Jeremy called to tell me Blas was in the hospital. I was already about an hour and thirty minutes away from home, ready to turn back. He is fine, got out the same day, but they gave him some sort of super strong meds and he was out like a light for the better part of saturday. I was a nervous wreck.
Ok. About me and my grandmother. Well, she has never liked my dad. Since I am a lot like my dad, she doesn't get along with me. She is the type that likes to have everyone under her thumb, and when they rebel she gets her knickers in a twist. I have always been like my dad's side of the family, free spirited almost borderline hippie. I feel that if there is a natural way, take that over anything. Well, she has, for the lack of a better term, the "good old boys" mentality. Things have to be done in a certain way or she doesn't like it. It started when I was little when I started getting more into natural healing and education instead of wanting to do beauty pageants or twirling. I told her I would rather sit and read a good book than go out in front of a crowd caked with makeup. I may be the youngest grandchild, but I was by far the smartest. Then I started openly practicing paganism. Now in a Southern Baptist home (mom's side), that was the work of the devil. My dad didn't give a shit, my uncle and aunt on his side have always been doing things like that! Ok, so granny and I had a little love/hate relationship that maintained until I graduated. When I was born she started a college fund for me which I was counting on so I didn't work for a scholarship in high school. She got pissed about that and told me she would only give me enough money for a few classes a semester. Whatever, I worked full time and that was all I really had time for to begin with. That was before she found out I wasn't majoring in law or medicine. She jerked all of my money out from under me, so my aunt and I ended up going together to get the $500 for my classes, leaving me to take care of my books myself (roughly $100). That was just for two classes, one of which I had to drop because of work. That caused even more family drama with granny. She has always compared me to my other cousins, and it has gotten on my nerves. I was the pretty smart one, she basically wanted me to be the pretty dumb one and do things as she wished. I am not saying I have done the best out of the whole family, by a long shot. Two of my cousins are in the medical field. One is a hair dresser, which now she is pushing me for. I love art, but I can't do my own hair and makeup let alone someone else's. I mean, I have other cousins that are doing far worse than me. One has served jail time recently, another hasn't worked for a year. I haven't had a job for six months or so because the job market here in Okeechobee isn't worth a damn. That is besides the point. The real clincher, I am dating a mexican. I am the only person in the family to date someone who isn't white. Every white man I have ever dated has ended up treating me like shit, so I have found dating latin men works out much better for me. He may have been into some bad shit, but he didn't have anything on his criminal record until his lisence was taken (because of his ex-wife who got three tickets in the van which was in his name). It's a big mess, and my fingers are tired from typing it all, lol.
And as for who the man in my last post was, it is King Sexy Man Jonathan Davis, the lead singer of a great band named Korn. Oh, my first love, lol. And damn good live! Especially when he comes out dressed in that kilt...
Ok, enough babbling for now. It is cold, I need to take a shower to warm up and actually be productive today! Christmas shop and job hunt, what a combo!
No picture today, my computer is a bitch. I turned it off before I left, and my account got deleted somehow so I lost everthing but my shared folder from limewire. So I need to go find some more stuff to share.

Hugs,
V.
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