You and he were a lot alike like my dad and I are.

Yeah she told me. You stop by the day we get back from Vegas.

Did your mom tell you I’m stoppin by on my way home from the Gorge in July? Picking up the stuff that they were storing for me that belonged to Nana and Papa.

How are you 2 now that the wedding is over?

If you were not your daughter, how would you describe your parents as people?

I myself have always had a rough relationship with my Mom…basically right up to my wedding this year. I lost touch with my dad when I was 4. I wonder “who” he is now and if he’s happy and healthy.

They would/will adore you. My parents were the adopters of the stray friends I had with shitty parents that didnt give a damn about where they stayed or how long they were gone.

Thanks for clarifying what you wanted. I will get to it.

Love you.

I think that’s why your parents fascinate me… because they do seem to be very “what you see is what you get.” Aware of their limitations and not under any false sense of obligation – so I *know* their love for you is real. I can feel in your words that YOU know you are loved… and I am wondering how you bridged the relationship gap… I don’t think my relationship with my parents ever recovered from my teenage years.

I am interested in what you and your dad did when you were growing up. What was it that drew you to him moreso than your mom? How did they handle you choosing to be in the military? What did they do for your 16th birthday…and then your 21st?

…I have a tendency to adopt my friends’ parents. I’ve already decided that the Teridactyl’s mom is coming dress shopping with me when the time comes, instead of my own mom.

And from the bits and pieces of your parents I have gathered in your blogs – I think if your parents were here I would adopt them too.
.-= Squish´s last blog ..I Don’t Wanna Grow Up… =-.

And yeah, she would pitch a fit. She did before when she lived there. Wahwahwah come see me. wahwahwah you see her kids allllllll the time wahwahwah. Slapaho.

Just saying.

I think that the dust is gonna settle with your sister soon babe. You just gotta ride the wave and let her have hers. You are being the better person in the long run not pitching a fit like you know she would do if the script was flipped…

My mom and I are WAY different. She’d never, at this age, think to smack the shit out of me cause she knows I’d jackslap her right the fuck back. She accepts the fact that I am occasionally rude, crude and socially unacceptable. We aren’t afraid to call it when one or the other of us is being bitchy. She knows a lot about me, but there are some things that I keep personal. I have no problems sharing everything gory detail here with my friends, but not so much with the people in my real life. Dan is, and has only ever been, the only exception to that. Even moreso than Doug ever was.

I wouldn’t want celebrity parents. Asside from the pull of the money factor in the direction to WANT them, my parents already aren’t here for me enough when I NEED them. I get no attention from them at all. And YES I am bitter. My sister the fuckup gets everything and commands attention. And I sit back and say WTFE while still being irritated. I wish she still lived in Idaho so that she wasn’t hogging all grandma’s time. Between her, doing family placement with the kids and her job, my mom has no time for anything else. She can’t even get a minute to clean her house, let alone spend quality time with her OTHER grandkids. Which is exactly why I’m deeply considering moving to California with Dan when the time comes. If we only see eachother once a year, we’ll probably appreciate eachother more. Or not. Whatever. At least it won’t be raining liquid depression from the sky and I will finally be far away and SAFE enough to feel content.