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I know I haven't updated this thing in a few days. Sunday I cleaned and cleaned my kitchen. I even painted over the walls in the places that desperately needed work. It was a great way to keep my mind and body busy. Especially since the idiot came over. In his defense it was father's day, and I can understand his wanting to spend time with one of his boys. But Father's Day is something I still have a hard time dealing with. Its been six years since my father passed on, and while I have mostly dealt with it, there are times when it is easier than others.
There are still times when I will see somebody who looks like my dad or has a similiar build, and for a brief second I think he is there again. When I call my mom, there are times I still want to ask for Dad, when I need advice on something or help with something and my first instinct is still to ask dad. My brother I'm sure was the same way, as we both tended to go to Dad with just about everything. He was the head of our family, the caretaker, and the keeper of the stories. Stories I wish I would have listened to, but didn't because at the time, I thought they were silly and I would have lots of time for those later. Now I wish I had listened, had recorded them. I remember many of those stories, but there are so many more I wish I could remember.
Stories about my family, from my great-great uncle who started every morning with a shot of Aquavite (misspelled I am sure), and died a couple days short of his 100th birthday, stories about my aunt and the ant hill, my dad and the chickens in the coffee pot, even stories about when I was little. My mom isn't big on talking about past, or telling stories, my father however was a verbal Mark Twain. But now I will never know the full story, of my Grandfather's sail to the United States from Sweden, about the "girlfriend" my grandmother used to tease him about. About the adventures of my aunt and father as kids, about the Uncle who died at birth, and how my grandfather blamed the doctor who according to some reports was drinking that night. There is no one save my aunt who knows any of those stories anymore. Just random tales of one family, a history of who I really am, of where I came from.
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.