Father @ MindSay

I'm sorry that this is belated - though I responded to a personal email yesterday, because I am not the kind that walks around with his cell phone, I missed a call from Lynn patchesmom later last night asking me to post on her behalf.

As most of you know her father was hospitalized several weeks ago and has been battling very hard for his health and his life.  He passed away last night. 

Kim who we all know as wonderingsoul, posted an entry last night about the end of her grandfather's life : http://wonderingsoul.mindsay.com/the_fight_is_over.mws 

Thought and prayers to their entire family as well as to that tough ole Irishman himself.bb.

 

 

  It sucks when you find out something horrible about you. I've grown from something so awful; I would never want anyone else to experience it.

  So two nights ago I went through my moms file cabinent. I found some of the court papers between my father and I.

  In the papers it says that he molested me....shoked me while he molested me. It also says that he cut my stomach and called me a "stupid bitch." He also said he didn't like me or my sister....he also smacked my sister when she was 6 months old for crying.  he also stuck things in me and took off my pants and molested my butt too...idk from the report it sounded like anal sex because it says something about a banana. He also masterbated in front of me and forced me into oral sex....i vomited on him and he said "Stupid."   Then when I told Mandy (my old babysitter) she told my mom......his mother and brother then came over and tried to kidnap me. I can't believe all this....I went throughh this from when I was born basically til I was 4 years old.

  I really hate my father...he's a like a psycho satanist or something. Nobody even knows what all happend...but he was proven guilty...but they didn't do anything because only got as far as a restraining order and they said I was too young to put him in jail or something.

I didn't get a chance to get online yesterday, but it's better to post this now or never.  So happy belated Father's Day, fathers!

I like how my Dad really looks proud of me. The way he's holding me and the way his eyes are directed at me give me the impression he was very happy I was in the world at that time, but there is also a twinkle of sadness, maybe regret, too. No matter what problems he and my mother were having at the time, at that moment things really were bitter sweet.  Also notice how our eyes match.  I inherited those big hazel brown babies from him.  My hair isn't as black as his was, it's sort of a red brown, much like my mother's.  I also tend to have my father's nose shape, too.  You can tell that the apple didn't fall that far from the tree.  My father reminds me of old cars (he's spent his whole life working on restoring the classics and most of my memories of him are all about him driving up in a different old car), antiques (he's a big hound for old junk and used to take me to every swap meet and rummage sale he could get to), Indiana Jones (the first movie he took me out to see), and old fashioned, big frosted mug kind A&W Root Beers that are served at real drive-in restaurants.  His golden age was the 1950's after he got out of the Korean War and could really stretch his legs and have fun.  One of these days I'll have to dig out a photo or two to show you how handsome my Dad was in those days.

I like to think he gave me my good looks.  I got great long, wavy hair and milk and honey skin from him, too.  I never sunburn, but like him, I tend to get rashes from the summer heat (so I bake, not burn!).  He reminds me that I am a Menominee woman and that I should be good to myself.  Thanks, Ray!
 
As for what car I was in when I was two years old near Lake Michigan, several friends gave me the following answers (or is that guesses?):
My pal, Greg Merkovich, thinks it was a 67 or 66 Chevy Impala
iverness63 thinks it could be a 1968-69 Ford Fairlane.
and mrsminer's  guess is that it's an old Firebird.

I actually think that Josh  might be right because it looks most like the type.  I'm not a big car buff, but lucky me has pals who are!  I'll have to confirm what kind of car it is with my Dad.  He's all about cars.  I got to talk with him again last night and he was so happy that I told him "Happy Father's Day" that I may have heard him weep a tear or two on the phone.

I hope all those fathers out there who read my blog had good times yesterday!

After getting out of bed around 10 am this morning. I got cleaned up and dressed. Then went over to the Walden super flea. After looking around for a little bit there, I ended up purchasing a carved skull.  It's about as big as golf ball and made out of a piece of solid hematite. Cool!  It's currently sitting on my night stand next to my bed with other such skulls that I have. There's a total of 10 on the stand right now.

 

I left there and returned home. Where I was asked by my mother to take her to eastern hills mall. My father's watch stopped and it needed a new battery. I took her to the mall, and we went to the Dakota watch company, that little watch shop in the middle of the mall, where after about 15 mins or so. They replaced the watch battery, water tested it, and we left there.

 

Upon returning home. I returned to my room, where I turned on today's NASCAR sprint cup race. The life lock 400 and Michigan international speedway. There's where it happened, today after 76 races,  Dale Earnhardt Jr returned to victory lane, driving the mountain dew / amp energy number eighty eight to victory lane!   This is his first points paying win with his new Hendrick Motorsports team and end a drought of 2 years without a win.

 

Congratulations to the National guard , amp energy , Hendrick Motorsports, and most of all ... Dale Jr!  I hope this is the first of many victory's to come this season.

 

During the race, I also ate my dinner, which was steak and a baked potato. Of course both are bet with sour cream. Yum.

 

After the race was over. I turned on my PS2 and played some command & conqur. Then, and what I am watching right now. Is the father's day marothon on spike tv of  csi. One of my all time favor shows.

 

Other things done with watching TV include, cleaning my jewelry. My unfinished ruby pendant is clean as is my stainless necklace.  Fun? I love cleaning my jewelry. lmao

 

So, what else is on my mind? I return to work tomorrow morning, and let's not even go with how much of a joke and insult working there really has become to me. I rather be going to the dentist, and you all know how much fun that place is.

 

I just hope tomorrow is a nice calm and relaxed day. With nothing out of the ordinary going on, and that it goes by quick.

 

~ Getting back into this blogging thing

I thank you for calling out my name in times that I have wondered a little too far and my sight became blurry, there were no other guidelines or indications to point me back to my destiny.

I am appreciative for the countless moments I was forced to stand still and listen to lectures and speeches never completely hearing what your heart was saying until now. I was still a child then and as a child I thought I knew everything.

There are no words to describe the feelings as you held me when everything appeared to be at its worse.

A simple rub on my back or a smile in my direction or the words I love you.

I thank you Father, both here and there.

I thank you for being the ultimate father that will love me more than anyone else can imagine so much so that you gave me my own father

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