There are 2 crosses on the side of the road where we turn to go to one of the whitetail ranches. They’re at a stop sign that is pretty hard to see until you are right up on it. The names on the crosses are Gloria and Vanessa. Sooooo…..every time we go to the ranch and pass the crosses it’s the rule that you have to say Hi to Glo’ and Van’ and say “Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”!
Reegan was all dressed up cutie patootie the other day when she pooped so powerfully (with a noise that sounded like a grown man!) it ran down her pants leg and was on her toes! Reegan my sweet baby….“Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”.
One of the ranches that we hunt on was suppose to sell on Friday….which means that we would have had to move all of the hunters to other ranches….it was going to be a huge ordeal…..but the people buying it hit a snag and now it won’t close for a couple more weeks…..which means they were able to hunt the ranch all weekend….and killed a deer that scored 182! Hey Mr. Ranch Buyer Dude….”Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”!
My Mothers ex-husband who donated the sperm to produce me (ok, ok he’s my father…but only biologically)…has been playing the ‘poor pitiful me’ card around town because he hasn’t gotten to see Reegan. TRUST ME I definitely haven’t inquired about him, people just seem to think I actually WANT or care about this information. We have not spoken in over 5 years, and it was barely every 6 months for years before that. (Incase you were wondering my life has been wonderful and MUCH less complicated without him in it!) To set the record straight he does not have a grandchild…his daughter has a child. He made his decision A LONG time ago about how our relationship would work…if he wanted grandchildren in his life he should have thought of that then. I remember when I was twelve years old and poured my heart out in a letter to him basically begging for him to want me, to love me, and to want to be more involved in my life. He stuffed the letter in a drawer and refused to talk about it….Nothing ever changed…it only got worse. DON’T think that is the ONLY reason we don’t speak, it was just a SMALL, small example. Soooo here’s to you Mr. Sperm Donor “SORRY ‘BOUT YOUR BAD LUCK”.
Moving On...
14 years ago
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Robin, I swear I only slept with Spermy once!
Foot Note: Please don't think I am bitter about my father. I have been through lots of tears and prayers to be able to forgive him. However with that said I choose for him not to be a part of my life anymore.
Catching up on blogs tonight. I think you made a good decision. Being able to forgive is so freeing.
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