I’m going to jail!!!
Apparently, what I did was wrong but – who knew?
I sure as fuck didn’t. Well…
I mean really! Dancing naked on your own balcony can’t be such a heinous crime, right?
And I’m not going to jail.
I bet I had some of you worried there for a bit, huh?
I did get a stiff fucking fine for my dancing though!
$1500 for ‘indecent exposure’!!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!???
There is nothing indecent about my derrière and the dance moves weren’t too shabby either…
OK, so all kidding and ‘April Fool’s Day’ joking aside (even though it’s September. I’m either five months behind or seven months ahead – take your pick!)
My parents celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary recently and (naturally) it was a big event. All us kids were there and the grandkids. Friends and other relatives (doesn’t that come out of Winnie the Pooh?) were there too and we all had a jolly time.
35 years! Wow!
Now, that is a long sentence – one that they both relish and appreciate.
It all started on a beach in LA 36 years ago in December of 1975. Daddy was studying at university to be a civil engineer and mom was at nursing school. They met at a party and (according to dad) ‘there was an instant connection’. Mom says she was a bit sceptical of dad at first but ‘he grew on me’.
According to Aunt Dee (dad’s sister) he had a drink too many and told mom, ‘I’m still going to marry you one day.’ Where by mom responded, ‘Sure and you can call me Elmo.’
It’s a family joke because sometimes dad DOES call mom ‘Elmo’. It always makes her smile.
So, nine months later, on a hot September morning, mom and dad exchanged vows on the same beach they met.
Nanna and Pappie (mom’s mom and dad) weren’t too thrilled about their daughter’s ‘whirlwind romance’. In fact, when the two young lovebirds told them that they were getting married, Pappie turned to dad and said, ‘If you got her knocked up I’ll knock you down.’
Pappie died shortly after my eldest brother, Sebastian, was born (three years later, mind you) so I never knew him but he sounded like one hell of a guy. He took no bullshit, spoke his mind and enjoyed life. Remind you of anyone?
So, now you know how my brothers and I came to being. It all started on a beach in LA, 35 years ago.
You also know where the craziness comes from!
Mom and Daddy have been married for such a long time, dad’s parents were married for fifty-five years, Nora and Sebastian have eight years of marital bliss, Jesse and Jasmine have ten years and Ruben and Holly have seven.
Thinking about this made me very jealous and dumped me back into feeling cheated. My shrink (yeah, I still see him) says that eventually, I’ll no longer feel cheated.
Um – yeah, whatever. I’ll always feel cheated by Logan’s death.
But, enough of that.
I’ll post another blog a bit later of what actually happened at the party that has caused me to be absent for a while.