It's My Party

This is my blog. It is my way of sharing the things I have done, and learned along the journey that is my life. I have made many poor choices, as many have. I think I can safely say that there is not a perfect person that will read this. Looking in from the outside we are not going to know the true picture of what goes on. My main thing and goal in life is not to appear to be selfish. I have been given many things that I did not ask for. The need was seen by those who loved me and gave to me without me asking. My regret in this is that I, in my own way appeared to be needy. Judge me today if you want. I have become better than most would under the conditions I was handed. What hurts me the most is that everyone dislikes me and really don't know the pain that still is in my soul.

The first thing ever given to me was a home with a dry bed. My grandmother sent for our family when I was seven. She saw that we did not need to be in the cold north. She saw that Mama and Daddy were not in a good place. Daddy was drinking way too much and Mama was not handling her family duties. She sat in the chair in her fur coat while the floor piled up with clutter. The heat did not work most of the time. I wet the bed and she did not change the bed. My memory of  the house on Morley is a wet and cold memory.

Aunt Faye

My daddy's sister, Wanda Faye, was my greatest role model. She was not perfect, but really who is? She was not the best house keeper in the world, but that really does not matter, either. A hoarder she was not. She had great intentions of a well groomed home.