Ok, blog time...........
Well, lets see, blogs are usually about life and lifes little ups and downs. So lets take a look at my lifes "ups and downs".
Born in Fort Worth, Texas in 1957 (yeah, old, I know), to my parents Nell and JW. Dad is a good man, loves his kids, hates his mistakes, worked hard all his life, and never once broke his word to me. Mom...oh yeah...shes a hotty, a redhead, sweet, loving and mean as a snake (shhhh...don't tell her I said that). But the snake part only came out when I was being a little turd...which was most of the time...go figger.
Have a sister, Donna, that I love with all my heart, just never was able to tell her that for some damned reason. Grew up trying to protect her, still have that tendency, but now she has a better man than me watching over, and taking care of her. That would Edderd....my favorite brother-in-law. Couldn't have picked a better man if I'd picked him myself. Thanks Ed for taking her off my hands (and back)...she's all yours buddy ... hehehe.
Mom and Dad divorced when I was 5 and Donna was 3, Mom met a guy named Ernie, they left together one night. Sure do remember seeing Dad cry. Damn.........! Dad tried to take care of Donna and me, he tried hard. Worked overtime to make ends meet, came home beat and wore out from the day. But he still played with us, tickled us, and loved us.
He even moved his mother in with us to help. Grandma P....oh yeah....what a woman, so full of class and grace, so beautiful, so sweet.....and even sexy. No, don't go ewwwww, that ain't what I mean. To any full grown man, she was, and still is a sexy woman, sexy thru her class, sexy thru her grace, sexy thru her strength, and sexy thru her ability to be a woman. Why the HELL can't more women be female, and proud of that fact, like her. Gawd, things would just be so much better if women would stop trying so damned hard to NOT be women.
Ok, off the soap box now.......
Anyway.....Dad decided that Donna and I would be better off living with my mom's parents, so we moved in there. And it was pretty cool living there, I mean, after all, GranMa and GranPa....oh yeah....I was 5 and that was WAY cool.....right !!! Pretty soon, we were sitting the court room, and I remember the judge sitting Donna and me up on the Judges bench. I clearly remember hearing him ask us if we wanted to be adopted by our grandparents? Well ... DUH ... YEAH .... OF COURSE ...... but, what does adopt mean???
To make a long story short, Donna and I were adopted, by our grandparents and they raised us until we were in our late teens. It took some time to find out that the age difference was gonna be a problem. I had long hair, wore funny clothes (to them anyway), Donna wanted to date at 15, and so on.....! They were just raised in a different world than we were.
So after several runwaway attempts, and my sis getting pregnant, I moved in with Mom and Ernie. Ol' Ernie, he did a good job of getting this boy back on track. He got me through High School, into the Navy, and even helped me get my life started after the Navy. Thanks Ernie....I owe ya old man.
Couple years later, I married a little gal, name was Mary Jo....sweet little thing.....I have to admit. Didn't last all that long...soon she was back in San Angelo, and I was still in LA. Goin to college, tryin to get laid...all that.
Divorce didn't take long.....
End of part 1...to be continued
