My Dad @ MindSay

Got an email from an Alex Hodge yesterday morning. He said he knew I was Ken's daughter and Tracy's sister and that he'd been looking for me and Tracy for 7 years. Said his mom was Ann Hodge and she and my dad dated before my mom and my dad did. And he's Ken's son. My first instinct--like yours--might be to scream "STALKER!" and block him from every method of contact. However, my dad was well-known for his womanizing ways. So I called my mom and asked if it were possible, and as soon as I said, "Could Alex be my--" she stopped me and said "I ALWAYS SUSPECTED!" I went online, looked at his pictures. He's a fucking spitting image of my dad at 19. Like, if I didn't know better, I would have thought I was looking at a picture of my dad.

Talked to him on my lunch yesterday. He's very smart. Super excited to meet me and Tracy. Tracy's all over an LA trip soon. As much as I don't want to give up any hours or leave Grass Valley (ok, mostly I don't want to leave Jake), I really think Tracy and I should meet Alex together. He didn't know that my dad had died until he talked to Tracy. I just...cannot fathom. He's known about me and Tracy since he was 5. He's been looking for us for the past 7 years. I assumed that the 7 years correlated to when my dad died (he died in December of 2001, and I figured maybe Alex didn't know until a few months later), but no. he just got old enough to wonder who his family was. I guess that makes me pretty lucky. The only reason I found out about my dad dying--and thus meeting Tracy--was because my mom filed for child support. CPS contacted us to let us know we qualified for Social Security payout for survivors. But because Alex's mom never filed for child support, Alex wasn't in the system as Ken's son, and nobody knew to contact him or his mother. Tracy only found out about me when CPS contacted her for a copy of the death certificate. And she jumped on contacting me.

You know, I've always joked that I'm probably related to half the blonde-haired, blue-eyed kids in my county. Totally different when you find out you actually are related to one of them. I'm a little mind-blown.

Ok so mom is throwing dad a surprise party in december, what do I get? Dad lives in Mississippi and as of now I cant think of anything he really needs ( has an I pod,golf clubs,clothes)

Any suggestions let me know. I was actually thinking of sending them to Morgan Freemans Restaraunt and Hotel Mididdi (its in Clarksdale) other than that I can't think of anything

Dude!!

Sometimes, there's no other way to properly express your excitement. I suppose there's always, "EEEEEEEE!!!"...but then people tend to not take you as seriously.

Besides, I used up a lot of "EEEEEE!"s last night. Present from a friend. Unfortunately, she was on the phone when I received it, so she's now partially deaf. Oops.

But! One of the other girls (I use the term loosely - I don't remember how old everyone on staff is) who helps with the 4's at church asked me if I could sub for her for a few weekends, because she's double-booked on helping out. And I get to help in the nursery!!!

Don't get me wrong, the 4's are great. High energy, high enthusiasm, and I often come out of Sunday School multicolored from markers and ink (oh, do the kids love stamps). But the nursery's something special. I melt over the tiny ones. Just, absolutely love the stage when they're still crawling or just getting a handle on walking, and you can pick them up, and calm them when they're upset (or not). Love, love, love just holding them, watching the way they take in the world and try to get a handle on anything new.

My dad is awesome with kids. When I was helping in the nursery and we were at the same church, he'd come by when service got out to pick me up, we'd go to lunch or something fun together. It's a big church, but Tami (coordinator) knows my dad (seems everyone knows the girls in our family, and my dad, among other areas of helping at the church through the years, was one of the Awana leaders for awhile), so she was totally fine with him coming in for a bit. The kids are just drawn to him. They like playing with the toys, but he hunkers down (my dad is over 6 feet tall), and it's absolutely great to see a small two-year-old make a beeline for him.

I miss the little ones. I'm very excited now. We're talking about one morning, and it's over a month away, and I'm psyched. :D

God rocks.

soooo

I went to work looking really sad
my dad noticed when I left that I was pretty bummed out
So while I was at work he went out

and

bought me a brand new 35mm Nikon camera...
for my photography class...I my dad...very much...


<~~ me in the middle of making fish faces at my sister...she didn't get the fish lips, just me lookin all doe eyed and stuff...it's a really bad picture lmao...plus I need to stop being out in the sun...black and white pics make my freckles stand out WAY bad...I also look really young...*hides*

so yeah... ystrdy bit donkey dick... my dad fucking left me alone in a barber shop in hartford, i was scared off my ass... then he started exploding in my face. i was terrified, my dad has never yelled at me like that before... then he smoked sooo much weed around me and the kids... what worried most was around vanessa smoking... and on the ride home he drove up with his boy Pito... pito fucking snorted either cocain or acid, not rly sure. my dad was smoking a joint the whole time... he pissed me off, he didnt even apologize for everything that happened. hes so immature... he pisses me off sometimes... he was talking about his gangbangin days on the ride up, how he almost killed a guy, twice... he may be a KING where he lives, but up here, hes nothing... hes just a chump, thats y he moved back to hartford... he dissapoints me.