One of the relatives is into genealogy and she pieced together a family tree and put it together into a huge book. I wasn't interested in much more than the immediate family, starting with my great-grandparents, since I'd actually met them (they were born in the late 1800's). This lady is my dad's aunt, one of the great-grandparents' children, and she wrote lengthy recollections of her childhood. It all sounded very heart-warming, the descriptions of a time before television, with strong values, work ethics and the love of family and neighbors, blah blah blah. I almost bought it. I noticed the aunt left out some of the less pleasant aspects of the family history, such as the fact that my dad's half-brother blew his head off -- it just says he "died." Anywho, it would be interesting to sit down face-to-face with this aunt and ask her questions about the women's role in the family, how they were regarded, etc. Surely the sexual abuse went back many generations; however, I wouldn't expect her to be candid about that aspect.
I met a relative who's also named "Newpeep." What are the odds? My mom doesn't like her because apparently Newpeep was rude to her when she first came to the States and couldn't speak English very well, uhhh, like, forty years ago. My mom is notorious for never forgetting a perceived wrong. I liked Newpeep, myself. She's technologically savvy and plus she and I talked about our cats. She's got a siamese-tabby mix like Newman. I read in her bio that she went back to school at a late age and is pursuing her master's. Awesome! Maybe that's where I got it. Although, I suppose I should mention that my dad went back to school as an adult and earned his master's around age 40 or so. This Newpeep lady is, let's see, his cousin.
My mom and I had dinner by ourselves one evening and we were talking a little bit about my dad's history and she said that he went through some stuff that she wouldn't get into, but that Bro and I had to sit down with him and talk sometime. It all sounded very heavy-duty. It's funny that my dad is now talking about his childhood; for many years it was a verboten subject.
On another savory topic, I'm supposed to keep a pee diary today because my urology appointment is tomorrow. I must say, if they want to catheterize me, I will refuse treatment, because unless I'm flat on my back and have no choice, I will not be catheterized -- it would probably exacerbate my problems. Anywho, I forgot about that stupid diary so I'll have to make up the first few entries; they won't accept me at the hospital tomorrow unless it's filled out.
2:23 PM
Damn. I just got a UPS delivery, but it wasn't Joe, the hot UPS guy. I haven't seen him for a while so I asked if Joe was still on this route, and he isn't. Since they're building the new super-duper Wallyworld nearby, he requested a transfer, for which I don't blame him. But shit, no more hot Joe. I love a handsome man wearing glasses. I could have invited him in sometime under some pretext while I was wearing only my pink bathrobe, then I could have noticed him trying not to check out the outline of my bare breasts. I could have looked up at his face and taken a step closer, putting aside that electronic doo-hickey that records deliveries. He could have gripped me by the shoulders and kissed me intensely, slipping the robe aside and cupping my breast, caressing the nipple with his thumb until it stood rock-hard. Then we could have abandoned any hesitation or pretense. I'd slip the robe off and let it fall to the floor, unbuckle his belt and work at his buttons, feverishly tearing off his clothes. We'd fall back onto my couch where he'd plunge into me deeply, again and again, my hips bucking and my slippery-wet thighs gripping him tight.
I need to call Mike.
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The shipment was from the Tonner Doll Club. They've got a sale for club members of one free fashion Jane if you buy two, plus free shipping. I couldn't pass that up. I've already got the blonde, so I plan to repaint and sell her. The brunette, I'm keeping as is, because I like her much better in person than I expected to, red lips and all. I'm not usually a fan of red red lips, but hers are pretty. The redhead, I'm rerooting with a pinkish-red that resembles Shimmering Rose Jane to keep in my collection. I suppose I could try to bid on a Shimmering Rose Jane that turns up on eBay, but they're expensive, and since they're a limited edition doll, I don't feel free to let down her hair, etc.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:23 AM
2 Comments:
Could you imagine the tales if nothing were left out of her geneology book? Now that would be a good tale. Who the hell wants to read an open ended "died". Hell, I wrote my own obit with a spot that says (tell them why I'm fucking dead!) so when I go everyone knows why. LOL I am a morbid fucker.
Lois Lane
I just spent a week with my BF's family. 3 generations of folks, so I could see where the kids get some of their less attractive traits from. Unfortunately, it's not all from the nasty ex-wife... I can only imagine what their entire family story would be like (a lot of sad songs...). Phew... if it weren't for the gorgeous scenery!
Anywho, recognizing that you can overcome the family history and be a better person is a damn good thing.
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