Quid Novi?: November 2005

Dear Santa,

I want some beans.

Sandy wants to know more about my German ancestry. Well, I don't know that I would call it an ancestry. I actually don't know very much about my family.

I've written about my mom, who had me at a young age. My mom is a plain talking straight forward person. She never beat around the bush about things. And yet she is very charming and flirty too. English is also her second language. She knows Spanish as well. She is a most courageous woman. At the young age of 21 she moved a continent away from her family to be here in the states. I was 4. She moved here partly for a guy, but I think mostly for the adventure. I mean it was Texas for crying out loud! Who could resist?

I'm her only kid. Mom has one older sister, one older brother and a younger brother. My dad was the oldest of six. He died when I was a baby. I never knew him or his family. I thought my step dad was my actual dad until I was 7.

When we first got here I didn't speak for about 3 months. My first words in English were, "I want some beans." How's that for funny? I guess it was culture shock. My step family was Hispanic. (Texican.) I was 4. I mostly learned from watching TV. I think that makes me a true American.

Since I don't know much about my ancestry I am in the unique position to create my own. There is not much to know that would make much of a difference in who I am today. My kids, however, will know theirs. And that does my heart good.

MMMM....Cocktails

I haven't been feeling myself lately. And if you really really knew me you might say that is a good thing! I have BiPolar. There, I said it. I am back on drugs for it, and I am enjoying them quite well. So maybe I could say I am feeling better than myself? Or, I hadn't been feeling myself for 2 years and now I am?

There is no one magic pill for this particular disorder, so I always end up trying a few things. Sort of like a prescription cocktail. Only not as tasty as a real cocktail. I finally got on something that addresses my anger "issues." The good doctor said it would work in 5 minutes. I laughed it off, but it was TRUE. Its fabulous. Its not that it prevents me from getting angry at all, it just prevents me from completely losing it. But not so much that I don't care about anything at all. As Goldilocks would say, its juuuust right.

I haven't found a drug that I have become addicted to yet. (Not even Vicodin!) But if this would make me feel as good as it did the first week, I could see myself always wanting it. The first week is always the most interesting.

And in other news, the hubster doesn't get Thanksgiving day off, so we will be staying in town. I'll console myself with the fact that I will get to do some much needed Christmas shopping the next day. There should be some good sales. We will have our daughters with us this Thanksgiving, so that also takes the sting out of not getting to go home that day.

I hope everyone who reads this blog has a wonderful Thanksgiving. There is so much to be thankful for!

Replacements

I heard someone I respect say that little girls grow up to be women searching for a replacement for their Dads. They look for a father figure for their own future kids. Which got me to thinking, what if the girl had a terrible Dad, or none at all? Would she know what to look for? Would she always be searching for something that she just doesn't know? How would she know what exactly to look for?

Unfortunately I fall into both those catagories. My real Dad died when I was an infant. I dreamt of him alot. I wondered and daydreamed about what he might have been like. I guess you could say I longed for him. The only positive father figure I had was my grandpa. That only lasted 'til I was 4. Then we moved far away.

After that I had had a step father, briefly, who was just bad. The worst part was that I loved him. I wanted a Dad. Just a regular Dad.

When I was old enough to date, I dated completely different types of guys. Even some that had my friends and family really questioning my sanity. I was looking but I didn't know what for!

And now I worry about my oldest daughter from that first marriage. If she goes looking for a replacement for her dad, she'll be bad off. He's not a nice person. Actually he is a jerk. And thats being kind. Hopefully she will take the positives she gets from her step dad and apply that in her life.

Here's to good Dads!

For Exile

I don't usually go politiblog, but a promise is a promise!

I was challenged to write about why Liberals hate Karl Rove. I'm not sure about why, but I know it started early in his life. At Wikipedia I found this: In 1960, at the age of 9 years old, Rove decided to support Richard Nixon. According to Rove, "There was a little girl across the street who was Catholic and found out I was for Nixon and she was avidly for Kennedy. She put me on the pavement and whaled on me and gave me a bloody nose. I lost my first political battle."

Of course Democrats hate him. They lose and Republicans win, and they have to have somebody to blame. They never think that they could have lost all on their own. It has to be somebody else's fault!

The Left, especially the Media, made a Bush template. Bush is a dumb, spoiled, frat boy. So Bush can't possibly be smart enough to beat them all the time. Therefore they blame Rove. They don't need proof! Just say it enough and it HAS to be true! Don't believe me? Google Rove's picture and look at all the Blogs about him. They have no substance, just empty rhetoric.

The Left is losing power, and losing more all the time. They lost both houses of Congress after owning Congress, more or less, for 70 years! They see the Supreme Court moving the other direction and they can't do anything about it.

So just like that first little Democrat he encountered, they try to throw him down on the pavement and bloody his nose. Their new modus operandi: Criminalize Conservitism.

Well the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they are ignorant, but that they know so much that isn't so! ...Ronald Reagan