Google Hatadis
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This post has generated some, shall we say, colorful conversations. Here is a link to my REPLY to Linda’s reply. I don’t know that she’s ever read it.
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and get some weird stuff.
I found this after doing a google search for ‘Hatadis’, which is my maiden name.
SD (sperm-donor, aka my father) always told me that my aunt Linda worked for the government doing something, but he didn’t know what. Or, at least that’s what he told me.
Apparently, it was doing lab tests on animals.
I tried talking to her a few years back, but that really got nowhere. I also talked to my aunt Bev, who is my uncle Rick’s wife. Rick is SD’s brother. That went nowhere, too.
I’d love to say that I long for a relationship with SD’s side of the family, but I really don’t.
I care about them, yes. (I was heartbroken to hear that my uncle Bob and his wife, Charlie died.) I’d like to hear from them occasionally, yes. But meaningful, deep, strong family relationships? Well, there have never been any, so how can I miss that? Not that I didn’t want that when I was younger, and a little more naive than I am now. But I’ve learned (painfully) that blood is NOT thicker than water. Blood will screw you over and not even leave a tip on the nightstand.
Before this goes into some big rant about my childhood, let me stop. I do, have some news however, about SD.
He has apparently fathered another child. Or maybe I blogged it already… I can’t remember. But he does.
I hope to god its a boy, because he obviously still has a penis. If its a boy, maybe there won’t be any midnight trips to the nursery while mommy is sleeping. 4 little girls is enough.
In response to The "Worried Blogger"
No, I don’t smoke around other people, unless they smoke too. I go outside if I’m home, or roll all the windows down in the car, and only smoke when I’m alone. My son doesn’t know I smoke. I should add “yet” to that, because he IS almost 6, and not much slips by him. But no, I don’t smoke around him because he knows it’s wrong, and I don’t want to set a bad example.
And as for driving while I’m tired, that’s just a fact of life. If I don’t take him to school, he doesn’t go. If he doesn’t go, then I go to jail. I’m not falling asleep in the car, don’t worry. I’m just not a morning person and it takes me a while to fully wake up.
And finally, the stomach problems. They’ve lessened somewhat. Not completely, but I’m not getting sick every time I eat. Its down to happening about 3-4 times a week now. It could be stress, too, I don’t know. But I’m feeling much better.
Thank you so much for worrying about me though. Next time, though, leave your name. I get alot of “anonymous” comments, most of them not very nice. I’m thinking of disabling them completely.
My brother
This is what my brother left me on my myspace. Apparently he’s mad at me??
David
no, Its or mothers that is a meth head, not me so dont mistake it. Your just jealous of chanel because shes nicer and prettier then you. And get the whole story before you start talking shit and creating waves. Dennis started choking me. He started it, I finished it. I was just defending my self , So talk shit about dennis the melester.
Posted by David on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 at 11:09 AM
And I replied to his myspace…
Yes, David. I’m jealous because I can’t hear the voices. I WISH I could take all that medication. And I’m SO mean. All my friends think so too. So yes, you’re completely right. I’m jealous because I’m not bi-polar, schizophrenic (sorry if I spelled that wrong… I don’t have it, I shouldn’t be expected to spell it correctly…)
And our mother… Lets see about that. Mamma supported us with NO help from your dad. She went hungry so there was enough food for us. She let your sorry ass lay around on the couch for a year while you a) smoked pot all day and b) did absolutely nothing to help out. Mom’s kidneys aren’t shutting down, now are they? And poor Sarah… She doesn’t deserve a family like this. She’s a kid, David. She shouldn’t have to be scared and ashamed of her brother.
So before YOU start shit and create waves, remember who loved you through all the shit you pulled. Or is your brain too fucking fried?
If you have a problem, you know my number little brother.
Posted by Rachael on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 at 11:45 AM
So he’s upset. And he needs spell check DESPERATELY.
