Finding Family In Unexpected Places 1/2

     Growing up, I was the oldest of three girls.  I knew that my sisters and I had different fathers.  My last name was different from theirs.  I knew they were the children of my mother's current husband, and that my father had left when I was six months old.  I also knew that I had a sister from my father that I had never met, and that she was two years younger than me, but I didn't know how to find her, being as young as I was, and I had no interest in finding my father.
     When I was 18, on the night of my prom, I crawled back into the house around 6am, and went through the mail I hadn't looked at earlier in the day.  At that time, I was applying to colleges in the hopes of actually getting into one (I did, but never went, long story).  So, as I was rifling through the mail, I find a very small envelope addressed to me from a <name withhled>.  Of course, I recognized the name, and was immediately upset about the whole affair.  Why would he wait 18 years to contact me and what did he want?  I read the letter, unfortunately, I do not have it anymore, but basically it said something along the lines of:

"Hi, I'm your father.  When you were a baby, blah blah blah.  I have been doing this for blah blah blah."

     Basically, a whole bunch of bullshit, as far as I was concerned.  The next day, I talked to my mom about it, and I was really upset about it.  It angered me that he waited so long to talk to me, and I was his first child.  How the hell could you abandon a child that you supposedly wanted more than anything? 
     Well, I wrote him back, and he wrote me again, I think I wrote him another letter, then he called me.  I was, of course, very shy about it, because this was a stranger I had never spoken to or met (well, he did leave when I was 6 months old, so no, I actually never met him), but he knew about me.  I don't remember what we talked about, but it doesn't really matter.  He never called back.
     So, I put that whole affair out of my mind, until I was around the age of 22.  I got it into my head that I was going to find my father.  I have no idea why, I really don't.  But, I was working at a hair salon and bored, so I got out the phone book.  I knew the name of one of his aunts, so I looked for her in the phone book.  I found six different people listed with that name.  So, I just called the first one, and as luck would have it, it happened to be the right one.  Go figure. lol  I explained to her who I was, who my father was, and was she his aunt.  She said she was, that they had wondered about me for years and years (they meaning two of his aunts lived together) but wasn't sure how to find me.  This sounded promising.  You know, sometimes when people finally connect with long-lost family, they aren't too happy to be found.
  

Making Love Out of Nothing at All...

    

     Marriage.  The final frontier for some and for others, a step towards settling down and making the American Dream a reality, with the nice house, picket fence, 2.5 children, steady income, and the family pet.

     What happens in a marriage?  You meet, you make beautiful music together, you have a lavish wedding, you ride off into the sunset on a cruise for your honeymoon, you return, you have children, you create civil unrest, you start World War III, you bask in your carnage and bloodshed, and then you sit back and wonder, "What the hell happened?"

     The marriage your parents and grandparents had may or may not be the one you have.  It is very unlikely you will have a serene marriage, because those were better times, different times.  Today's values and morals are not the same as they were 40, 30, even 20 years ago.  Parents do not raise their children to mirror their genders like they were in the 1950's.  Meaning, little girls are not raised to become homemakers, and men are not raised to be breadwinners. 

     Today, little girls are raised by independent, liberal, business women who are inconveniently mothers.  Little boys are raised by cowed, submissive housemaids who just happen to be their fathers.  That is not to say that every child is raised in this manner, there are, of course, exceptions, such as same-sex, elderly, or just completely abnormal parental units, but I will touch on these at a later date.  Not that I am saying there is anything wrong with any of these types of families, in fact, they may be better than what society now calls normal.  There is definitely a benefit to having older parents, because they were raised in the old ways, and will raise their children how they were raised.  Abnormal parental units, I just mean free-loving, hippy-types, which I am all for, so long as you are not those nudist types that sit around the family toadstool having dinner completely in your birthday suits.  That's just creepy as hell.  Same-sex parental units, I will definitely get to in another post, because I have a lot to say about this, and all the bitching that goes on today about it.  Just suffice it to say that same-sex parents cannot be any worse than children raised by parents who are both in or have been in prison, and that's putting it mildly.  So, chew on that, will ya.

     Okay, but back to the reason I wrote this post.  Obviously, my husband and I have the World War III type of marriage.  We have been married almost 10 years now, and I would have thought that we would have figured all this constant bitching out by now.  Apparently, we haven't. 

     My husband and I married quickly, had a child quickly, and learn to grow on each other along the way.  This probably wasn't the best way to begin a life together, but we just played the hand we were dealt.  Now, let me give you a little insight into my husband.  He is basically a 36 year old child.  He is extremely annoying, and usually on purpose, he has to be constantly reminded to do something, and when he hasn't done it, after the millionth time of asking him, a fight ensues. 

     But what really pisses me off is, he didn't used to be this way.  Yes, he was annoying, yes we fought, but it was never as bad as it is now.  He was once very loving, very kind, thoughtful, sensitive, and very clingy, which I didn't mind so much. 

     So, how do we keep from killing each other, while still playing at being in love?  I mean, I do love him, and he says he loves me.  We have a handsome little man from our union, who desperately needs us both in his life.  So, what do we do?  We just put up with it.  Of course, there have been many, MANY times we have nearly called it quits.  Maybe by the time we are 40 we will have it sorted.  If not, I will put him up for auction to the highest bidder. LOL

    

Happy 9th Birthday To My Sweet Baby Teagan!

 

To celebrate Teagan's 9th birthday, and his first blog birthday extravaganza, we will be looking at Teagan through the years.  Prepare for the cutness.

 Newborn Teagan 

Year One

Year Two

Year Three

Year Four

Year Five

Year Six

Year Seven

Year Eight

Year Nine
(He's actually 8 in this photo but it's 3 days before his birthday, so it will do.)

New Look

I have changed the look of Almost Naked Mommy, as well as adding a few new goodies.  There is a form to submit your blog or website for exchange. If you add Almost Naked Mommy to your blog or website, submit your information on the "Link Exchange" tab, and I will add you to the ANM blog under "Blogs I Am Following" on my home page.  The other is a form for submitting questions to me, that I will answer and publish on my blog.  These can be anything, so long as they are relatively appropriate.  Let me know what you want to know!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes...

As you may have noticed, the name of the blog has changed, as well as the address. Please make a note of the changes, so that you can keep up-to-date with all my bitching.

My Family

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I HATE HOMEWORK!

     Yeah, I know, kids say it all the time, but it sucks even worse for a 35 year old kid.  I have spent 4 solid days doing homework.  10 hours on Thursday, 6 on Friday, 10 on Saturday, and 10 on Sunday, and I've had quite enough, thank you.  Only, I'm not done yet. *le sigh*  I still have all of Monday, Tuesday, and until noon on Wednesday before I am done with this horrid semester.  It's been a nightmare, to say the least.  The classes are horrible, boring, and though this semester was only 10 weeks long, I swear it felt like 10 months.  Cannot wait for it to be over, to enjoy my 4 extremely short weeks before the next semester.  I keep telling myself, only 2 more semesters before I graduate, but it doesn't seem to keep my mind on track. 
     I really hope to get at least a few days rest this weekend, because in a week is Teagan's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese with screaming kiddies and chaos all around. 
     Wish me the patience and strength not to run away screaming, completely mad.