Hello Again -

I am going to tell you about my family, not the family I live with now but the family I grew up with. This is just about as close to a soap opera that you can find. It is nuts. I am sure that I will not get the whole story out in one post but the plot will surly thicken as we get going.

Now, I grew up in a regular house. Father worked every single day (except on the weekends where he would stay at home and monitor our chores and also do the yard work etc.) Mother stayed home most of my childhood, she did in home day care so that she would be home with us kids all the time (this was a problem when I got older and we could never skip school at my house :) ) I have an older sister that I don't really get along with, she is just one of those people that knows everything that you know, has done everything that you have done etc. She is exactly a year and a half older then me. Then comes me of coarse, my little sister who I am the closest to. She is about four and a half years younger then me and then comes my little brother. He was the most spoiled child. Not only by my parents but by me and my older sister. My mom swore that he would never talk because all he had to do was point and we would get him whatever he wanted.

We had about as close to a normal family as I guess we could have for the most part. In 1979 my mother went with a girlfriend of hers to Hawaii. She stayed in California for a few days also. When she got back to Minnesota, she informed our family that she was moving to California. We could take it or leave it but she was getting out of the winters and moving somewhere warm. My older sister was already living with her boyfriend at this time and I was NOT moving to California, after all, my friends were all in Minnesota. I was 15, in high school and I was just NOT moving. We (OK, my parents) decided that I would stay with my grandma and they would all move. At the end of the school year, they would look at it and make a decision as to if I was going to be made to move or not.

Living at my grandma's was OK, but it had its drawbacks. She did not actually live in the city where I went to high school so I had to take the city bus in everyday. This was not the problem. The problem was that the last bus out to where she lived was at 9 PM and lets face it, 9 is when everything was just getting started. No one left at 9. So I started staying at friends houses. I don't think my grandma would have cared so much if I just would not have forgotten to call sometimes. (bless her heart).

After a few months of coming and going whenever I wanted to I think she had just had enough. My dad was called and he came back to get me. I was babysitting at the time and one of my so called friends ratted me out and told him where I was. He came to the house with a few policemen (did I mention that my dad was on the police reserves when he lived in Mn.?). Good thing that the parents had not left yet when a knock came at the door. I looked out the window and saw that it was my dad. I told Mark (just a guy that was there) not to answer the door. He went outside and told my dad that I did not want to go with him, now remember that 10 minutes before I had no idea that my dad was even in Minnesota. It took all of a minute and a half for my dad and 2 police officers to get onto the porch. They kindly informed me that I had a choice, I could leave with my dad or I could be held at juvenile detention until the morning, my father would come and get me and they would escort us to the airport. I (being a smart ass that I was) told them that it was not a choice and I would be leaving with my father, thank you very much. They put me in his car, locked the door and closed it. This is where I informed them that I was a big girl and I did not need the door locked. I lifted the lock. He opened the door pushed the lock down again and closed the door. I lifted the lock. Much to my surprise, he was not amused and started yelling. This is when I stopped being a brat and just sat still :)

The next day I flew with my father to California. My brother and sister were so excited to see me. LOL, what a joke. I was not happy at all, in fact I think I made my parents want to send me back the minute we landed. I refused to do anything that they wanted to do "as a family". I was just a royal pain in the ass. This is when I started smoking in front of them. I did not care what they said, I was going to do what I wanted to do. Man I was a bitch. If one of my children would have pulled that shit on me, I would have.....well, I don't know but there would have been blood. LOL.

OK, this post was not going to be exactly like this. I was going to tell you my sister's story...and man do I have a story to tell. I will finish with this now and I will start with her tomorrow.....stayed tuned.