Good riddance 2008

I am so glad to see this year end. Some very rotten stuff has happened this year right up until the end and I can't wait to say goodbye to this terrible, no-good, very bad year.

So somewhere on the mayhem that is my desk is my list of resolutions for 2008. I can't quite remember every item on it, but as I am a woman I'm sure losing weight ranked high on the list. Saving money for a house and car were on it. I guess that covers the important stuff of life...health, security, transportation.

Weight. I can happily report that I have lost a grand total of 3 lbs in the last year through no effort on my part. I started the year working out several times a week for several months, but the last few I can always find other things to do instead of working out. Laundry, sleep, helping my sister, cleaning.

Savings. Not so good on that front. I honestly don't know where my money goes. It's not like I go shopping much (and my sad wardrobe can attest to that), I gave up all my hobbies, and as I lack a drug habit I really wonder how my money just seeps from my account. Too many movies perhaps?

Still, with the housing market tanking (neener neener overspending greedy bastards) I have some hope that I may finally be able to afford a home of my own. Soooo not looking forward to having my mother move in with me, but she's getting long in the tooth and I do need her to fulfill my spinsterly destiny. She'll take the place of a cat.

I will have to work on my resolutions for 2009 but for those of us who sorta left our 2008 resolutions by the wayside, check out the link below for ideas on how to get some of the most common resolutions checked off your list in ONE DAY. How efficient is that?!?



Diary of a Crafty Chica
Warp speed resolutions? Bring 'em on!

NKOTB

One of the highlight of my year. Certainly the best time I've had in a long time.

New Kids on the Block concert last night at Staples Center. They are still so yummy.

But here's an old school video. It's obvious why it was so easy for a 12 year old to love Joey McIntyre.

And here's one of them now. Clearly, still yummy.

This year just sucks in so many ways. I thought it was just the month of May being bad, but I keep hearing so much bads news lately. Just when I think I've got a handle on one pile of crap, suddenly there's another heaping portion.

If I've learned anything in the past few years, it's that times like this make me appreciate all the more the hugs I get, the kindness I receive, the laughing fits I have. That's the stuff that we call life and what makes us human. Too bad with all that good comes the bad and the ugly.

My sister has cancer. Stage IV gastric cancer to be exact. In the last few weeks she's had abdominal surgery, a medication infusion device implanted, and started chemo. Several other people I know have recently been diagnosed with some form of cancer. And now 2 other people I care about are waiting on results. These are all young people. Not to be mean, because I love old people more than most people do, but honestly, it's just not fair for so many young vibrant lives to be threatened. It's just not right and I'll never understand it. But it is what it is.

There's no reason for this post other than my wanting to record my feelings at this moment. I look forward to the day when my biggest concern will be whether I'm dating or not.

I ran into someone today

My first boyfriend. So even HE is married and has kids. If you ever met the guy you'd understand my surprise. Though he did say if he had to do it over again, he wouldn't have married. Seems like I keep hearing things like that. I think the universe is talking to me again.

Anyway, just strange to have a blast from the past.

Procrastinating

So I've mentioned that I think in terms of lists. A while back, I found this neato book at Urban Outfitters. I haven't actually filled it out but figured I may as well make it a bloggercise. Seems like a fine way to procrastinate.

List Pets You've Had and Their Names

*1984 - a furry (not sleek, yuck) guinea pig named Squeaky. The day she died I ran into my sister's room screaming "She's dead! She's dead!" and my sister thought I was talking about our mom.

*1985 - another furry guinea pig by the name of CeeCee. We took her with us when we moved to Texas. Some asshole(s) broke into our house, stole some stuff, and killed her. How cruel is that?

*1989 - a runt of a cat my sister bought from some kids on our street. His name was Bandit since he was all white except for his black paws and the black patch across his eyes. He was a cutie. My mom got sick of him for no good reason and gave him away. I still haven't forgiven her for that.

*1993 - the BEST dog EVER, my Doberman Dukie. He used to run sideways and could see ghosts. To this day if I see a Dobie that looks like him I get teary-eyed.

*1995 - a psychotic cat name Nala. She's the demon feline who made me think that cats have the Devil in them.

*1996 - another cat, Jonah. This one was foisted upon me by my roommates and had a horrible snot problem. In the end, my mom and I got stuck with the cat despite the fact that we never even wanted him. My mom got rid of him. I wasn't too mad at her for that one though.

And that is it. I'm done with most pets. Unless I buy a house with a yard, then I'd get a Doberman and name her Pandora. Or Aeryn Sun (I'm a Farscape geek remember?).

BTW, you can build your own lists at listography.com. Just in case you need an excuse to procrastinate too.

I'm back...

But only for a shameless plug. Please please please sponsor my grueling 2 mile walk on the beach for a great cause. See link below...

http://www.cff.org/Great_Strides/YezeniaHernandez

And just to make it worth your while, here are 5 things I've been up to in the past 2 months.

1. Celebrated my 31st birthday in Dallas.
2. Saw the Chicago River in all its green-dyed glory on St. Patrick's Day.
3. Went to Disneyland.
4. Went to my first hockey game. Brrr.
5. Got my teeth cleaned.

Tons of excitement round these parts, no?

Next trip, Brazil! Yep, I'm visiting a friend in the south of Brazil next month. Hoping I get my visa in time. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I luvs me some KROQ right now

So the radio station that I've listened to most of my life (but not so much in the last few years because I'm an old spaz and I can't handle the music anymore) is doing a Top 10 with a twist this weekend. They've come up with some great lists and I was sooo digging the ones this afternoon. Songs for losers, 1995 (year I graduated high school), Pearl Jam, 1993, they're doing Green Day right now. I live my life in lists. I categorize and sort and re-sort everything into lists. I have my Top 20 Boyfriends List (celebs I *would*), Top 10 Songs to Jam to in the Shower, Top 5 Places to Visit, etc. A few years ago I participated in a circle journal. One of the girls picked music as her theme. Most people did a layout about their favorite song or band. I couldn't narrow it down that way. I made little file folders with lists such as 5 Songs That Remind Me of Boyfriends, Songs to Crank in the Car, Songs to Dance To, I even threw in Religious Songs. Someday I'll have to open up that file in my old computer and see if anything has changed.

I really dig this format. So check out the lists they have planned this weekend.

KROQ TOP 10 WEEKEND

Listen to KROQ today and all weekend long for your Top 10 songs from just about everything, with one top 10 countdown after another. We've got your top 10...


Songs for losers
Songs of 1995
Old School Punk Songs
Beastie Boys songs
Songs from bands that Kevin from Kevin & Bean broke up
Songs of 2001
Cover songs
Pearl Jam songs
Songs to take with you to rehab
Songs of 1993
KROQ songs in Guitar Hero
Green Day Songs
Songs for the ladies
Songs from movies
Songs from 2005
New School Punk songs
Songs by Sublime
Breakup songs
Songs from the crypt
Songs from 1999
Stoner songs
Rage Against The Machine songs
Songs by OC bands
Songs from 2000
Foo Fighter songs
Songs from chicks who rock
Songs from 1990
Grunge songs
Songs about So Cal
Bob Marley songs
Songs from bands who aren't as good as the original
Songs from 2007
Songs for the color blind
Linkin Park Songs
Songs from one hit wonders
Songs from 1992
Guyliner Songs
Offspring Songs
Most annoyng songs
Songs from 2004
Songs from 1998
Road Rage Songs
Electronica songs
Songs from 1991
Songs from 1996
Acoustic songs
311 songs
Songs of 2003
Ska songs
Smashing Pumpkin songs
Songs of 1994
Songs of 2006
Red Hot Chili Pepper Songs
Teabag Songs
Songs of 1997
Shortest Kroq Songs


Anyone care to post their lists?

My blogging hiatus

So I've been doing a fair bit of dating lately. Mostly eHarm. I'll say it again, pickins be slim at my age. Most of the guys I've been out with have been shorter than me with my wedges/boots, and we all know how much I love wearing wedges and boots. Now I know it's shallow to be turned off by short guys, but that's just how my body responds. You can't tell your body how to respond to someone. Now a few years ago I would never even have gone out with guys shorter than 5'10" but realizing that aforementioned pickins are not what they used to be, I've relinquished certain criteria.

I'm thinking now, though, that if I don't even want to touch these guys, how the hell will I ever let them impregnate me? There must be some biological imperative for being attracted to tall guys. I believe tall guys appeal to my pragmatic nature. Por ejemplo, my older nephew is 13 and is about 3 inches taller than me. He has suddenly become very useful around the house. Grabbing the pozole container from the top shelf? No prob when he's around. Someday I'd like to have my own pozole-pot-grabber running around. In the meantime, I'll have to use a stepstool.

Anyway, back to the dating. As many of you, my loyal readers (all 4 of you) know, I've got a very packed schedule and free weekends are rare. I had to have 3 dates in one weekend at one point. It would've been very confusing if I hadn't made little cards for each date. Name, age, occupation, interests, all right there in a concise format. Very handy.

Some memorable tidbits from my recent excursions into being social.
-the cutest guy of the whole lot had to be really dumb and a terrible poet, and he believed 9/11 was a conspiracy by the American government, to what end I didn't even want to ask, and he busted out his camera a the movies to take a myspace pic of us...who does that?
-the one I went out with the most happened to be gay but hadn't realized it yet, too bad too because he was cute, and ballsy
-the tallest of the bunch was a little too intense and left a weird voice mail on my cell, like psycho-killer weird

I hate to sound picky and bitchy, but I guess that's really what I am. I just want to meet someone who will actually make me want to shave my legs.

In other news, I went to my coworker's Xmas party last weekend and got completely hammered. Even got emo over karaoke. Hadn't had fun like that in years. And thankfully didn't puke, cry, or have a hang-over.

I also went to KROQ's Almost Acoustic Christmas. Spoon, Feist, Silversun Pickups, The Shins, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, and Muse. Seriously the best line up ever. AND we weren't even the oldest people there. Nice.

Went to a sexual harrassment class, the whole time thinking of a coworker years ago who was a vicious sexual harrasser of my nubile younger self. Then realized it's not sexual harrassment if you like it. That very afternoon after the class, I ran into Sexual Harrasser, who immediately pinched me. Sigh. Now there's a guy I'd shave my legs for.

Also been working out. A lot. But still not losing as much weight as I'd like so after Mexico I'm getting a trainer for my ass.

And last, decided to go to Chicago for a scrapping thing, but the event sounds pretty lame and more expensive so I'm just going to be a tourist with my friends.

I doubt I'll write again before the new year, so hope everyone has a great Christmas and an exciting NYE. ;) I'll be praying the rosary in the freezing cold in the Mexican desert.

Peace out.

PSA

My favorite patient Shirley posted this on her myspace blog and I thought it was so good I just have to post it here. See why I love this kid?



Why some people have CF - sorry to the normal people
Current mood: optimistic

"Ok, a lot of people ask me why people have CF or how you get CF so I am just going to post this to let everyone know.

Some people are born so cool and awesome in everyway possible that in order to even it out and make it fair for everyone else in the world these people are forced to deal with this disease. It comes from the same gene that makes them all so cool. The gene used to be normal but when the body realizes how special these individuals are and how much they would rule the world and everyone in it, the gene is altered so that these special few don't have such an advantage over the "normal people" of this world. While it is still obvious that these people are so extraordinary they are kept in check by the daily routine of Nebulizers, Physio, Vest Therapy, Pills, and whatever else is required. The average life expectancy at this point is about 30-35 which explains why the age to become President of the United States is 35 and the only reason they made that the minimum age is because if the age was any younger everyone of the U.S. Presidents would of been individuals with CF because everyone admires them so much and realizes they are so much better than anyone else in the world.

Another major reason people have CF is not only cause they are so cool and awesome, but because they are also so hot and sexy. Again since it wasn't fair to the general public that these people be so damn hot and sexy they were given CF which makes them cough up green chunks and other things which aren't usually related to sexiness in order to try and tone down their individual sexiness, however this does not seem to work all that well because everyone knows that those with CF are still the hottest people around.

Ok I hope this answers many of your questions out there, if not then either you will never understand, or you are just jealous and in denial about yourself not being able to be so cool and sexy enough to have CF. I feel sorry for all you "normal people" out there... I just don't know how you deal with it sometimes."

Shooting myself in the foot

So last night I was at work for a retirement party for one of my coworkers. I had some bulky items for the potluck so I parked in the visitors parking to minimize my walking. The party ended about 9:30, I got in the main elevator with a bunch of people, one of whom was a tall guy. I noticed because most of the visitors were short. Anyway, I had forgotten that I didn't park in the employee parking across the street, so I walked outside (past the tall dude waiting by the visitor parking elevator) and then remembered and walked back into the lobby.

I waited with tall dude and then a family came. Tall dude got into the elevator first without pushing a button, which set off alarms in my head. I pressed my button and the family did also. I pulled out my phone for safety, the family got off on the first stop, so it was just tall dude and me. I stayed in the elevator until he got out and had walked away a bit. Since my car was the first space by the elevator, I was able to get in knowing tall dude was pretty far off, so I felt an attack was unlikely.

I'm pulling out of the space and suddenly there's tall dude at my window talking to me. So now I'm scared because I'd put my phone back in my bag and there was no one down there with us. My car was still moving so I cracked my window an inch and bellowed out, "Can I help you?" He asked if I spoke Spanish and I said I did and asked what he needed (and the words I used in Spanish were kinda rude). He said that he figured he may as well dare to tell me that I was very beautiful and if I was married. I said thank you and he asked if I was visiting a sick child and I replied that I worked there. He got really embarrassed and apologized and walked away.

Now here's the thing of it, turns out tall dude was just my type, tall, thin, dark, and he was kinda cute. And I'm always wondering why things like that don't happen to me, guys approaching me without cheesy "How you doing baby?" lines. But I was so on the defense against getting attacked, I practically barked at this dude, basically shooting myself in the foot.

Then again, I may very well have averted an attack by being so belligerent. I'll never know.

A funny blurb...

So I posted this on one of my message boards, thought I'd post it here since I've been remiss in my blogging duties. Here's a choice excerpt from a guy's profile on Catholic Singles. I guess it's pretty chicken shit of me to be posting it for giggles, but hey, we all need a good laugh sometimes right?

Grammar and spelling issues aside, it's kinda funny.


What it means to me to be a Catholic and/or my most significant religious experience: It's something spiritual I was grovin up with as a kid & on, I did not have a choice,my parents took me to church in Slovakia after birth& baptize me good people back home,not like here this circus maximus.

About Me: I'm simple& practical positive responsible man European-Slovak nat.origin live&work here pay taxes &etc..Honesty,integrity&loyalty are my character personalyties.Love nature,science&tech.,hiking & travel,oceans beaches,picnics&camping,all kinds of foods fruits&veggies&icecream too.I like to share things,smile,happynes food&simple things havin fun Be romantic&lovin hugs&kisses or just going crazy bananas with some special lady.I work hard&smart always mooving positively optimisticly forward.I do not like Greedy selfish shalowmindet selfobserv poison people who do not give enything back,all they do is take.

What am I looking for: Specialy nice&simple personaly,emoutionaly& mentaly stable&secure,working&independent ,good sence humor withy&inteligents romantic&funlover, cute& sexy solemate Lady to share my life with.

My ideal first date might be: Let's meet in publicly open place like caffe shop or a restaurant not too noizy for a good comunication-talking&observing geting to know each other better.

Hoofing it

Went hiking yesterday and damn nearly died. Our 3 hour adventure took us up behind the Hollywood sign and back down. At one point, we had views of Hollywood to our left and Burbank to our right. We were straddling two cities.

I am now in some pain, but not as much as I had anticipated due to the 2 Aleve I popped late last night.

It was fun though, but never hike with a 24 year old athlete, you're just asking for trouble. At times I felt like pelting my coworker Trish with the many rocks readily available on the trails. Three of us were dying hiking up the mountain, and there she was doing jumping jacks and literally running circles around us.

Anyway, we bonded and made her hike farther than she's ever gone (at that locale anyway) and she rewarded us by treating us to Gatorade. Nothing too good for us.

My slim-down effort continues...

Went walking in Griffith Park today. I am now sore everywhere and cursing my wretched body but I'll keep going. Anything to fit into my pants.

And some of my coworkers and I will be hiking in the Hollywood Hills on Monday morning after work. That should be fun.

Cardio

I actually went to the gym today and God granted me the favor of not letting me die of a heart attack.

Don't know why I stayed away so long.

Giving up...

on eHarmony. I cancelled the damn thing. It sucks. I got more than 100 matches, none of whom I have anything in common with.

But on prompting from my scrapping friends, I have rejoined Catholic Singles. Too bad I can't really write a decent description of myself. Every time I start, nothing but meanness seems to come out. I'm sabotaging myself. Or maybe I'm just at a point where honesty just seeps out, and I really am a mean, bitter person. Oh and the fact that I just don't seem very Catholic anymore, what with my rants against the Church's leadership, just makes it a bit tricky to make myself out to be the nice Catholic girl anymore.

On a more optimistic note, I've joined some local walking/hiking groups on Meetup in the hopes of getting in shape. Afterall, the 100+ guys on eHarmony asking whether I work out or not is a telling sign that they think I may be fat. And here I'd been hoping I'd dazzle everyone with my big knockers.

Ten Things I Think Make Me a Cool Girlfriend:

Thinking of posting this on all my future dating profiles. LMK what you think.

1. I love low-brow humor a la Will Ferrell and Steve Carrel movies.
2. I don’t care about anniversaries or Valentine’s Day, at least not in terms of gifts.
3. If I do have a gift coming to me, like a birthday or Christmas gift, you can safely bet that I will make obvious what I specifically want so no guessing is involved.
4. I don’t care if a guy is obsessed with sports, so long as I don’t have to join him.
5. Feel free to have guy time, even if it involves going to an occasional strip joint…lookie lookie no touchy touchy is my motto.
6. I won’t make a guy see a chick flick with me, that’s what mothers and girlfriends are for.
7. I’ll laugh at stupid jokes.
8. I don’t need to see or talk to a guy everyday.
9. If I’m upset, I don’t like to talk about feelings. Just leave me alone for a bit and I’ll get over it, or break up with you.
10. I don’t wear expensive jewelry so a big bag of sour candy scores mega points.

Ugh

I hate eHarmony.

I really didn't think I was this undesireable.

I should just buy a cat now and get it over with.

I'm avoiding doing work,

so I stole this from Odie's blog.

10 FAVORITES
Favorite Color: lime green
Favorite Food: French dip sandwiches
Favorite Month: July
Favorite Song: Such Great Heights by The Postal Service
Favorite Movie: Say Anything
Favorite Sport: SC Football
Favorite Season: summer
Favorite Day of the week: Wednesday
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Banana at Cold Stone
Favorite Time of Day: 2pm

9 CURRENTS
Current Mood: Lazy
Current Taste: Huh?
Current Clothes: jeans and a tee
Current Desktop: Da Vinci
Current Toenail Color: shimmery nude
Current Time: 4:52pm
Current Surroundings: my living room
Current Thoughts: I've got loads of work to do but I don't want to do it

8 FIRSTS
First Best Friend: Jennifer Lopez (not THAT one) in pre-K
First Kiss: 16 years old, on a park bench with my 1st boyfriend...yuck
First Screen Name: yezeniah
First Pet: guinea pig, Squeeky
First Piercing: my ears when I was an infant
First Crush: Richard Hernandez in Kindergarten...he had curly red hair
First CD: The Byrds (I was a hippie)

7 LASTS
Last Cigarette: I've never had a whole one, just one puff 2x in my life
Last Drink: iced tea
Last Car Ride: from lunch with a friend
Last Kiss: a few months
Last Movie Seen: 28 Weeks Later
Last Phone Call: a rep at Griffith Park about refunding my money because they no longer allow BBQs at the park
Last CD Played: Wicked

6 HAVE YOU EVERS
Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: yes, a GUY
Have You Ever Broken the Law: I'm sure I have, speeding and such
Have You Ever Been Arrested: no, I'm not that interesting
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: no, see above
Have You Ever Been on TV: I don't think so
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: yes and I'm still embarrassed

5 THINGS
Thing You're Wearing: jeans that are too tight at the belly
Thing You've Done Today: went to lunch with Steven
Thing You Can Hear Right Now: birds chirping
Thing You Can't Live Without: The Internet
Thing You Do When You're Bored: The Internet

4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY
BJ's
my mom's
my apartment
outside to dump the trash
(I really need to get out more)

3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO
my sister
Yvette
Gracie

2 CHOICES
1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Hot

1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Fall in love again.

Update

As if anyone is still reading my boring blah blog, here's a quick update on my life as of late.

I went on my trip to Ireland. BEAUTIFUL. Can't wait to go back. And while the food was not so great (with the exception of a couple of great meals), I was astounded to find that many Irish men have great butts. I'm not a lusty wench, unfortch, but I do appreciate a nice derriere when I see one. And I saw puhlenty in Dublin. I don't know if it's all the potatoes and Guinness, but Irish babies got back.

Made it through another Alumnae Mass/Brunch for my alma mater. Too bad I still have to write the event report and the article for the alum newsletter. Blech, I hate homework.

I raised $1,111 for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation's "Great Strides" walk. Thank you to those of you who sponsored me!

I went to this cool lounge the other night with some friends. Since I wasn't driving, much, and trying to save some pennies, I decided to harken back to my early college days and get drunk on a dime. I bought a couple of single-serving bottles of Ocean Spray cranberry juice, dumped half in the sink and replaced with Absolut. By the time we got to the lounge, I was buzzing something fierce. I am a lightweight drinker compared to the binge drinking I did at SC and immediately following graduation. But it was nice to just relax and chill with friends and not worry about the fact that I can no longer dance to save my life and that I don't have the same pull I used to. Maybe it's the added wrinkles/pounds/contempt for men, but I just don't get the attention I used to.

Which is why I'm trying eHarmony. Yup. After refusing to date for 2 years (my second such hiatus), I'm giving this site a shot. Let me tell you, it's not for speed daters. It's an excruciatingly slow process, from the preliminary personality questionnaire, which made me head for the hills the first time I tried to take it, to the "guided steps" to matches. It holds you by the hand through the whole process, which normally I'm a huge proponent of, but in this case it's really making it boring. No cruising the site. IT matches you, and IT tells you what questions to ask. Though some are really great questions I gotta say. So anyway, wish me luck. I'm really hoping God has a hand in this website because I feel my eggs and nether regions shriveling at an alarming rate.

Bastards

So for the first time in my life I actually feel like an illegitimate child.

Yesterday my mom, sister, niece and I went to a surprise party for an old friend of my mother's. This lady, whom we call Aunt, happens to be my father's neighbor. My aunt's older daughter invited us, and the younger one invited my dad and his wife. For those who don't know the story, my dad was married and had his wife and kids in Mexico while he lived another life stateside. When his wife got wind of his other life, she brought her family here, to tame her philandering husband I guess. When my mom found out he was married, she told him to honor his commitment and she'd take care of us on her own. My father thought that was laughable, but was quite comfortable leaving us.

Anyway, all these years, my dad lived with his family, never giving a hoot, or a dime, about my sister and me except for an occasional (every 5 years) attempt to talk to us. Lately, due to certain events in his life, his conscience has really been bugging him. My sister is more open and forgiving than me in general, and honestly I tried being more receptive to my dad. But he's just so annoying and smug, and my general mantra being "Life is too short to spend it with people you dislike," I just can't be bothered with him.

So anyway, back to yesterday. My sister and niece got to the restaurant before us and got the stink eye from my father's wife. When they came out to the parking lot and informed us of the situation, my mom said she didn't want to go in. My mom says even a mistress has to know her place and have dignity. So while we were discussing where to go for brunch, my father came out sproting a huge grin, as is his wont. He asked us why we were leaving. When we told him my mom wouldn't be comfortable, he said, "They can put you in a separate room." :FireyMad:

THIS is exactly the shit that infuriates me about my father. He doesn't seem to think anything of cheating on his wife repeatedly, and then flaunting it in her face. He said not to worry about that, "that" meaning his wife. It's just amazing to me that we, the bastard children, have more respect for his wife than he does. I told him as much and that it's always women that bear the brunt of men's mistakes. My sister said when he turned around, he had tears in his eyes. She didn't know what I was saying to him but once I told her she said that all these years he's been wondering why I won't talk to him. Well, now he knows why I keep my mouth shut around him.

AND, he not only has no respect for his wife, or my mom, he also thinks it's ok for US, his children to be shuttled to a back room like 2nd class citizens. Out of sight out of mind. Well fuck that. I've been tolerating his presence lately for my sister's sake. She knew him as daddy, I didn't. To me, he was always just the strange man who'd come around every so often and make my mom nervous.

Sheesh, if I didn't have daddy issues all these years, I will now. Bastard.