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2001-01-17 - 1:51 am Ok....I know I am beind. I just don't know what to write. When I do, someone using my internet like my dad or sister. This causes me to go on late at night when I can't think or odd times when I just don't want to write. It is all very strange in a way. So, the other day I get a package in the mail. To my suprise it is from my Uncle Freddie in California. You know my dad's brother who is a very strange. He is like in fifties and acts like a little kid. This is the uncle who never calls, sends cards or anything on around birthday's/holiday's/graduations. It is like I am not related to him. The first and only time I saw him I was 11. I bet he thinks I am still 11. LMAO!!! There is a thing done by the Jerky Boys called "Unlce Freddie is dead." My Dad heard it and thought it was hilarious. They make a prank call while saying over and over again to the person "Uncle Freddie is dead....you killed Uncle Freddie". It is hilarious!! Well...to start offmore about him that he is a tellamarketer. At one time he was a wood carver. If you get an albuim by Bread....one of the covers said his company....kewl! That was in the seventies though. Anyway, when he does send me things. It is things he gets through work. Talk about dumb ass! In the past, he sent self tanning lotion ( it was brown thick and smelled funky) to weird smelly shit! This time he sent bad jewlery and a cheap disposable camera. He even wrote a note in shich he spelled my name wrong....Darah not Dara. Um get your only second nieces name right. He sent me a pic/sticker of chris from nsync. I laughed my ass off at that. He told me he missed "his daddy/ my grandfather" as well as "I love you and here are you graduation presents." I graduated in 1999 not 2000. LMAO!! I said to my Mom, who told me to call him which I still have to do, "Can I ask him if he knows my age?" She just rolled her eyes. My Mom decided "let's make money off this stuff....sell them if we have a gardage sell.....you can take the money and buy something better!" I was like kewl! Another topic, my Grandfather's roomate,who is like a grandma to me. She is losing her mind 100%. Her memory is past crossed with present. It is so said since she has known me since I was born. I remember when I was little and called her Grandma and she almost cried. Her children do not have any offspring, but her daughter adopeted. So, my sister and I are her closest to Grandkids. Apparently, my Grandfather when he was alive disapproved of us calling her "grandma". Since he thought the only grandma we should know is his deceased wife who I never met. My Dad said "if I did she would spoil me and my sister rotten". In all, I could write a book or make a soap opera about my family....fuck it! Luv ya, Dara "You little fucker" - live � � |