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So much for a question a day! I do not have the app on my phone. I have removed most social media apps from my phone in an attempt to spend less time wasting time.

So, the next three question of the 50 Personal History questions are as follows:

Question 2 is, “Where, and when were you born?” Well, early June of 1973. I was born in a small coastal town on Cape Cod that starts with an F. I will leave it at that. Too much personal info is not a good thing these days. I know that I was born at 5:35 p.m. by emergency c-section (sorry mom) because I just refused to budge, and my cord was wrapped around my neck. Each time my mom pushed, it would cause my heart to do weird things. So, I was forcefully evicted. 🙂 My mom told the doctors to tie her tubes while they were in there because she was never going through all of that again, and they told her no, because they asked my dad and he said no. Can you imagine???

Question 3 is, “Write about your mom. What would you like people to know?” Oh gosh. I could write a book. The woman is a SAINT. And I am not joking. My mom is kind and warm and caring. She is snarky, and funny, and witty. And as my dad used to say… she’s a witch. LOL. I cannot tell you how many times she says what I am thinking. Or how many times I was thinking about how I need to call her, and my phone would ring with her on the other end. Stuff like that happens ALL OF THE TIME. She definitely has a ‘sense’ of some sort going on! She loves to cook and bake. She is glued to her phone just as much as the rest of us. LOL. She loves her people. Unendingly. Without conditions. She tolerates a lot. She rarely gets angry. Her hugs are the best. She is tough, both physically and mentally.
And I would be absolutely lost without her. Some day, I hope to be half the woman she is.

Question 4 is, “Write about your dad. What would like people to know?” Oh boy.

My dad was complicated. He was a good man. He made some crappy decisions in life, but don’t we all? I think the only flaw I can find in him is that mentality of ‘being a man’… Men did not cry. It was a sign of weakness. My dad enjoyed life. He enjoyed the people around him. And when life threw shit at him, he sucked it up. He swallowed it down, and no one heard any more about it. So, there was always this sort of storm brewing inside. He always managed to deal with things in his own way, but not without it causing problems for him. Years of bottled up stress and chain smoking led him to an early grave. WE were cheated out of a life with him in it. My mom faces her golden years alone. My kid never knew her Poppy. I can’t talk too much about it because I still get so upset. So, I guess what I would really want you to know, is that my dad was loving, kind, giving, funny, witty, LOVED to tell stories, had the best laugh, always had a twinkle in his eye. He was mischievous, often times sarcastic (not in a bad way), loved to tell jokes, loved crossword puzzles, loved to read, was a jack-of-all-trades, loved woodworking, and he loved us, his family, beyond measure. He is so very, very missed.

I could write SO much more about both of my parents. But, I will leave it as it is. They loved each other deeply. My mom is not the same without him.