Bizarre Quiz of the Day
Hang on tight, this one is a LOOLOO....
Now run out and visit Spacefem's site. Of particular fun (after I took ALL the quizzes, of course) was the link to "Random Weirdos". Trust me, that's worth a read. I was crying with laughter. I think my personal favorite was:
Dear Spacefem,
Can you learn to be less intelligent?
I can't. Maybe you can.
Ah, man, that is still cracking me up.
RANTS
I am dealing, very slowly, with the whole Dream Dude thing. Removing it from my life is kind of hard, but it's a little easier each day. Focus is the key, focus on anything else. LOL. I understand Dream Dude has decided not to visit with us while we are there. I have a feeling he still will, and will be consulting my tarot (which I do so rarely, it's insane, but in this case, I'd rather go armed) about the matter of will he or won't he. However, I won't be alarmed or panicked either way. I'm way past that.
Okay, so Queen Jadea sends me this LOOOONG email over the weekend, right? Telling me just everything about her move and the last two months she's been incommunicado. One of the first things she says is, "I checked my email box and man is it full!" and apologizes again for dumping the responsibility of it on me. Guess what? I lost the password. I have no idea what is IN that box, I can't get IN it. But this was not an email she read, apparently. Because nowhere in the entire long-ass email was any mention of passwords. And I asked for several I lost during the computer crash. So, Jade, if you're reading this (ha) send me a password!
RAVES
We DROVE in our CAR to Multnomah Falls today. That's right. We got in, got behind the wheel and just WENT. Just to be OUT. It was FREEDOM at its very finest, I swear. I even walked up to the bridge (not the top of the falls!) in celebration. I treated everyone to $6.00 worth of snow cones (okay, is it me, or should a snow cone really cost 1.50 a PIECE?) that turned into little round blocks before we had gone too far. It was all grand.
When we arrived home, I checked messages (my usual routine, checking how many times Kou called, and how panicked/depressed/crisis driven she might be today) and didn't recognize the number. Well, the message was from my father, on a similar route home from Mt. Hood and could he stop by. Well, sure! He sprang for pizza even.
He brought me the scanned pages of the family geneology book. I am now heritage-heavy! GO ME! I look forward to adding all these entries into the Ancestry.com for all and sundry to see. Now my co-genologers on my Grandmothers Mothers side (Hamrick) will have actual information about my family. It was sketchy at best online, now it will have color and depth. Kudos go to my Aunt Claudia, without whom I would be digging this all up myself and cursing every skeleton in my closet. LOL
Well, before he left, I had a hesitant, much-overdue, nice little chat with my father. He and I never talk about my childhood. It's just one of those topics you avoid, it's too embarrassing to bring up. Well, I realized something after our last telephone conversation about it (our second ever! LOL), and decided to speak to him when I saw him. So I bring it up. I assure him that I'm okay. I'm not living a life of hell or resentment or pent up anger or anything toward him. That, while it wasn't okay, it was OK. That I forgive him for having touched me inappropriately as a child.
He explained a few things I didn't know. (We never know until we ask, do we? How deep goes the person inside?) He just didn't know that it was wrong. It was a huge gap in his own upbringing. I mean, he was raised in the 1950's, and you just didn't talk about any such thing like sex and right and wrong or anything like that. It was a different world then, one where hitting the kids was all right, and where you just minded your own buisness and didn't ask the really hard questions.
How different are we today? My god. My half-sister is beautiful, strong, self-empowered, bright, and caring. She's going to be sixteen this year, and I doubt she passes this mark as I did, by losing my virginity. She has too much self-respect. My children live in a world where they haven't been slapped, slugged, maimed, beaten, neglected, ignored, harrased, or made to perform acts inappropriate to their age. These are things for which I suffered. For which many of us suffered and lived through. We were the proving ground, the teachers.
I'm not saying it's wiped out or anything. But the ignorance is. We know it's out there. We know it happens in the darkness, and we bring it into the light.
I think my dad left feeling better about himself, and that was really the whole key behind talking to him.
I'm beginning to wonder what I'll have to write about when all the angst-ridden factors go out of my life. Between dad and dream-boy, there's not a lot left! LOL. Guess I'll stick to creative non-fiction and stay away from poetry! I did notice that at Sunday Brunch Prompt Chat this morning, I wrote a lot of mysteries. Must be time to find an Agatha I haven't read. (Like there is one.)
Until next time, keep your sword sharp and your bow strung! Herete!
