I had a pretty good/normal childhood. My mom and dad got married when I was 9. I was the flower girl. That's when my dad moved in with us, after the wedding. Now, technically my dad was still married when I was born. He was going through a divorce at the time him and my mom met. He filed for a divorce and she refused to sign. Not very many people knew I was my dads daughter until after the divorce was final. It would have been a bigger mess if the news had gotten out.
I remember the day my dad moved in with us pretty well. He had a 1987 tan gmc pickup that he had backed up to the back porch. I had never seen sooo much stuff in my life unloaded from a truck til that day. He was an avid hunter and seemed to have collected every hunting book there was. We moved and rearranged everything in our house to fit him in. I was a very happy little girl the day my daddy came home! Most of my memories are of us after that day. I don't remember much before that. He was always there for us, even when he didn't live there. A true man, providing for his family. I don't want anyone thinking he was a bad man for having another family while still being married. He was an amazing dad and husband! Let me remind you that he filed for a divorce before he had met my mom. His wife, now ex wife, didn't want to loose her fortune. (They were very wealthy due to my dads hard work and his family) She went to Vegas one weekend and met a man, when she flew home she signed that papers, flew back to Vegas and married the man she had met.
My dad and I grew very very close. He was at every softball game I had, every school function there was, every activity I was in, he was there.
November of 2006 my boyfriend and I decided to get our own apartment. I was 6 months pregnant with my son. My dad was the first to see our new place. Helping me in every way he could. No matter what I needed, he was there. My son was born Feb of 2007. I was working for my dad when I went into labor. I told him I needed to go to the hospital, and he stood there like a deer in the headlights. haha! I drove myself and promised to call him when I found something out. After about an hour or so they had admitted me. My dad left work and met me at the hospital. I went in at 1pm and had my son at 11pm. He stood by myside the entire time. Well, minus my 30 minutes of pushing! He was such a proud papa! My son walked on water in his eyes.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
From the beginning
What better way to start a blog then from the start.
I was born December 9, 1987 to a new mother, my mother. I was my dad's third child, first daughter. My mom recieved a dozen red roses as soon as my dad heard of my arrival. He was unable to be there due to work. He was a proud owner of his very own meat packing plant. Why couldn't he leave, you ask? I will get to that at a later date. It gets complicated. A whopping 6 lbs I was. My aunt chased the nurses down the hallway when they took me to clean me up. I guess she thought they weren't going to bring me back haha!
When I was 3 years old my mom had found the perfect little white farm house in the country. My dad gave her the money for the down payment without even seeing the home. A few months later, that house became my home. My dad didn't move in with us until I was 7. (I will get to that at a later date too) Some people don't understand how I am closer to my dad when he wasn't around all that much til he moved in. You will see as my blogs are posted and my story unravils. :)
My mom was 29 when I was born. She didn't want kids. I don't know how many times I heard that while living at home. It use to hurt, but I got past that. You would think my mom and I would have a close bond, but we don't. Now, we don't hate eachother or anything, were just not close.
I had 2 dogs growing up. Nick and Dolly. They were 1/2 Chow 1/2 Rotweiler. One summer day I was out in the yard playing with rocks, while my mom was inside in the kitchen. A white van pulled up to the driveway. A man got out with a teddy bear. It immediatly caught my eye. He started making the bear dance back and forth, making me want the bear more. I started walking towards the van, I was only 5 foot away and next thing I know Nick runs up infront of me and sits on me. Now, Im stuck. He started barking, my mom ran out the door and started yelling. The van pulled away. As the started down the road my mom shot a hole in their van. After she got me inside she called the cops. Thanks to the bullet hole in their van, they were caught. The guys in the van were wanted for kidnapping. I had been sought out as the next victim! Nick and I were unseperable after that.
I was born December 9, 1987 to a new mother, my mother. I was my dad's third child, first daughter. My mom recieved a dozen red roses as soon as my dad heard of my arrival. He was unable to be there due to work. He was a proud owner of his very own meat packing plant. Why couldn't he leave, you ask? I will get to that at a later date. It gets complicated. A whopping 6 lbs I was. My aunt chased the nurses down the hallway when they took me to clean me up. I guess she thought they weren't going to bring me back haha!
When I was 3 years old my mom had found the perfect little white farm house in the country. My dad gave her the money for the down payment without even seeing the home. A few months later, that house became my home. My dad didn't move in with us until I was 7. (I will get to that at a later date too) Some people don't understand how I am closer to my dad when he wasn't around all that much til he moved in. You will see as my blogs are posted and my story unravils. :)
My mom was 29 when I was born. She didn't want kids. I don't know how many times I heard that while living at home. It use to hurt, but I got past that. You would think my mom and I would have a close bond, but we don't. Now, we don't hate eachother or anything, were just not close.
I had 2 dogs growing up. Nick and Dolly. They were 1/2 Chow 1/2 Rotweiler. One summer day I was out in the yard playing with rocks, while my mom was inside in the kitchen. A white van pulled up to the driveway. A man got out with a teddy bear. It immediatly caught my eye. He started making the bear dance back and forth, making me want the bear more. I started walking towards the van, I was only 5 foot away and next thing I know Nick runs up infront of me and sits on me. Now, Im stuck. He started barking, my mom ran out the door and started yelling. The van pulled away. As the started down the road my mom shot a hole in their van. After she got me inside she called the cops. Thanks to the bullet hole in their van, they were caught. The guys in the van were wanted for kidnapping. I had been sought out as the next victim! Nick and I were unseperable after that.
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