I guess there would have to be some advantage for the poor soul who has to use an outhouse when it is 5 degrees.
Dh just called and told me someone stole his sneakers. I find this hysterical. He was skiing today and couldnt fit them in the locker so he put them on top. who whould steal someone elses dirty sneakers???? Its not like they are fancy expensive latest greatest sneakers. DH is slightly stuck in the 80's and still wears only black Fila sneakers.
I cant stop laughing.
You did more than I would be able to. Since they have always been in denial of any wrong, I couldn't forgive them. I had to let go of the anger in order to move on & not let it consume me. I had to let go of all the feelings...and life is much better now. A good friend asked me what I would do in that case and after thinking about it, I wouldn't go. I don't need to. In my mind & heart I have already lost my parents. Why would I want to have to deal with people who believe that I have "made up horrible things." That part of my life is over with.
Of course, what I went thru growing up as made me the person I am today & allowed me to eventually stand up to them and stop the toxin in my life. My strength has helped me get thru some very hard times and I look at that as the positive thing to focus on. I am also determined to end the cycle of abuse that goes back at least two generations on both sides. If that is all that I accomplish in my life....I will be successful.
Well Good afternoon everyone ...I know I havent been around much cause the MIL has been in town and they left for Frisco yesterday , and Today I got the News that my real Father past away ...We were never really close but I knew him in my teens and early 20's ...I hadnt spoke to him in 14 years cause we had a fallen out ...I wont be around much over the Next week , I am flying up to Buffalo for the service on Monday , hopefully I will be back tuesday or Wednesday. I need to go back for myself for closure , I'm not going back for him or relatives as I have not really talked to anyone in that time as well ....I have mixed feelings , but I think I have to say goodbye for myself ...Melissa or the kids never knew him ....If I sound like I am rambling im sorry , I have had a world of emotions over the last few hours , but I knew I could come here and at least escape it for a moment ....Thanks For listening ...
An interesting Dad story.
My parents divorced when I was 3. I have only a couple of memories of my parents being married.
When my parents divorced (my mom's idea) my dad not being the single kind, immediately got remarried. But my step-mother would give Cinderella's SM a run for her money. She was very mean to us. Later we found the majority was jealously. She made seeing my dad miserable for all, so we just did not do it. Since they lived in another state it was not that hard.
Over the next 15 years I rarely saw my dad. He was the VP of the university I graduated from and he did not come to my graduation. The funny part is I, nor any of my siblings, harbored any ill will toward him period. He was not mean- just was not anything.
After he retired he kinda started to get back in touch. I took it in stride but told DH that there was NO WAY I was going to take any flack from SM. Turns out she was sick and although never friendly, I could handle her.
SM died at 12:05am 01/01/02. Within 2 days of her funeral my dad asked for my mothers phone number. I was beyond shocked. They had hardly spoken in 30 years. I gave it to him and warned my mother. She could not imagine why he wanted to talk to her. Long story- somewhat shorter- they got married again 5 months later, on their original wedding date!
We even had a "Fake 50th" Anniversary party for them 2 years ago on what would have been their 50th.
They are absolutely hysterical. It is like the last 35 years never existed.
So for the 1st time in my life, I got a dad ....at 35.
joel dude from ou, i sez we invite that senior with us!
good night all . .. gotta catch up on some shuteye missed last night due to anxious anticipation for the pinewood derby. DH12 placed 6th overall and DH10 placed 8th overall. Not bad. . .
Nighty night
But I also grew up with an abusive mother. She was more emotionally abusive than she was physically abusive, but she was good at hitting us with whatever she had handy. My Dad was a Fire Chief & he died of cancer at age 56, when I was just 16 years old. Both my parents drank a lot & had a very volatile relationship. My mother smoked most of her life, has emphazema & is not doing well these days. The older she gets, the nastier her disposition becomes. One of my older sisters lives nearby & cares for her, but honestly I don't know how she does it. I call my mother occassionally but I keep the conversations very brief. She would not understand why & she would deny any wrong doing. She truly acts like a child & she would be bewildered & hurt if I told her how negative she is. The poor me syndrome. 
Pam QB sent out a letter or email--but you have to go to 2007 for it work on Vista.
Survived the banquet. Our pack is way too big. 80 kids. It got that way because we are the best pack in the area - most organized, best trips, etc., but we are on the verge of needing to split into 2 packs. The sheer #s are insane. We have 20 Tigers! I've been Tiger leader for 2 years (DSs are only a year apart school-wise) & DH is Committee Chair.
This month's theme is Aloha Cub Scouts, so B&G was Hawaiian. We have a centerpiece competition every year - here was our entry.
We made 2, totally edible - just like Food Network Challenge! It doesn't show up well in the photos, but our jello ocean actually had waves. DS8's Wolf den made a great volcano & another den had 10ft. palm trees at each end of their table (cadboard tubes etc). This is why our pack is so big! I swear the parents have more fun than the kids sometimes.
And yes, I am having a lovely Syrah.
An interesting Dad story.
My parents divorced when I was 3. I have only a couple of memories of my parents being married.
When my parents divorced (my mom's idea) my dad not being the single kind, immediately got remarried. But my step-mother would give Cinderella's SM a run for her money. She was very mean to us. Later we found the majority was jealously. She made seeing my dad miserable for all, so we just did not do it. Since they lived in another state it was not that hard.
Over the next 15 years I rarely saw my dad. He was the VP of the university I graduated from and he did not come to my graduation. The funny part is I, nor any of my siblings, harbored any ill will toward him period. He was not mean- just was not anything.
After he retired he kinda started to get back in touch. I took it in stride but told DH that there was NO WAY I was going to take any flack from SM. Turns out she was sick and although never friendly, I could handle her.
SM died at 12:05am 01/01/02. Within 2 days of her funeral my dad asked for my mothers phone number. I was beyond shocked. They had hardly spoken in 30 years. I gave it to him and warned my mother. She could not imagine why he wanted to talk to her. Long story- somewhat shorter
We even had a "Fake 50th" Anniversary party for them 2 years ago on what would have been their 50th.
They are absolutely hysterical. It is like the last 35 years never existed.
So for the 1st time in my life, I got a dad ....at 35.
Lorri, that is so true.
OK Folks - Its time for a Blast from the Past! Replies to posts from nearly 1 week ago
DS7 announced a while ago that he was going to get married at WDW when he grew up. I pointed out that his future bride might not want to. A few days later he told me it was "OK" because he had talked to Ruby (the 4 year old next door) and she had agreed
I think I am at least 7000 posts too late ...
pdarrah (Pamela)
Since we are talking pinewood derby, here is a picture of my car from our parent's race last year:
I like it.
How awful for you Lorri.
I can relate to the step-monster. My parents split when I was 13 - it was the happiest day of my life up to that point. Both my brother and I were abused by both of my parents, but my father also abused my mom. Anyway, my mom basically forced both my brother and I to have a relationship with my father because he claimed he really wanted one, etc. So we would see him every Thursday for dinner with him and my grandmother, and every other weekend. He dated several women, one his age with 5 kids, one much younger with no children (I really loved her) and another one around his age with no children. The last one had no desire to ever have any children, didn't really like them and my father lied to her about the relationship he had with us. Now it wasn't the best but it was a relationship.
Anyway, they end up getting married and when my father told us they had gotten engaged we told him that we didn't like her and that she didn't like us and gave him some examples of her treatment towards us. Of course, we got the "you kids are exaggarating" etc. etc.
So they get married and several months later an opportunity comes along for me to go to Spain on a school trip for 10 days. My mother and stepfather (not married at the time) didn't have much money and wanted me to go, so mom called my father and told him about it. They agreed to split the cost of the trip and to each give me X dollars for spending money and that I would have to earn anything over that. To make a really long story short, when it came time for me to go, I was at my father's and SM's the weekend before when he hands me a check for $50 and tells me it's all he can afford to give me. I was in utter shock, so I didn't say anything and he took us home. When I got home I gave the check to my mom and told her what he said - now she is in shock because this is no where near what they agreed upon.
I decide I don't want it and the following week they came to the airport to see me off - here comes SM in her fur coat, diamond jewels, (you get the picture) and dad with all his stuff. My mom pulls him aside and gives him the check and tells him that basically I don't want him to be short so he can have it back. He and SM leave and later on the witch comes back and starts a fight with my mom in the middle of Kennedy Airport. Saying what an ungrateful b**** I am, how lucky I was that they paid anything for the trip as I wasn't her daughter and it was her money that was sending me, etc. etc., etc. That was the first time I didn't speak to my father for several months.
Andy - I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.
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