Season 1 - Episode 4

I grew up in the town of H.
For that one year we lived in the town of P.
Then, we moved back to H.

5th, 6th, 7th, 8th grades...a bit of a blur. One thing was for sure about those days....this is when  my boy-craziness began. There was Him 1, Him 2, Him 3 and so on....and if you think I'm just naming them that because I've been doing that with everything else, that is half true. In actuality, that is what we called them in grammar school, we knew who we were talking about, but the 'He' didn't. There was P and J and C and .... it was a whirlwind of pre-teen hormonal soup....bad. I was a bit on the chubby side...and not on the pretty side. The boys really didn't notice me..but they did take notice to my brains...both of my already C sized brains.  *sigh* (a battle I've still yet to overcome!)

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Mom was..who knows. Sure, she was around, but it was more of a presence than a nurturing. She worked, she watched TV, she read books, she yelled, she punished. She never cooked much. I watched my sister a lot when they went bowling two nights a week. Yeah, we didn't get along well.

Dad, well, he's just dad. 24 years my mothers senior, he learned the art of relaxation quite well. He already  had 4 daughters from a previous marriage. (actually six, but one died at birth and one died at six months). His second oldest daughter (the first died), is five days..yes DAYS..younger than my mother. Old man?? Nah, at 81, he's fit as a fiddle, could probably still outrun me! He was very laid back, didn't talk much. Yet for some odd reason, I thought it best to torture him with my rants of "You're not my father!".

The father I never knew, what was so alluring about him? Why did I have to know him? My mother always told me that he didn't care because if he did, he would have been there. But no matter how many times she told me that, I just had a hunger to know who my father was - the man that was responsible for the other half of me. I remember my mom giving me his phone number. I walked around with it in my sock for weeks yet was too scared to call. I never did.

K - my little sis. Oh, what a character she was (an still is). She nearly died in the delivery room. The u-cord was wrapped her neck and I think she did 'die' for a brief moment. (It was at this time, I swore, that she was possessed by the devil himself). Everything revolved around K. The first child of mom and dad...she was special. She had a reputation from day one. I hated my little sister - hated.

Mima & Grandpa. My loves!!! When we moved back to H after my fourth grade, my parents and grandparents bought a house together. We lived upstairs and my grandparents lived downstairs. And then were always there to catch me. Mima knew how bad things were and she was always there to comfort. Always. (well, there was this one time when....oh, wait, we'll get to that a bit later).

Nothing was significant in those years on the home front, the usual cast, the usual script. I was just the understudy.

drink up,
Ms. Fine

Season 1 - Episode 3

This probably brings me to 4th grade. A year of many many changes. In that ONE year...
-moved twice
-I went to a new school I hated
-was bullied by a few girls who called themselves the "Pink Ladies"
-was legal adopted by my step dad, so I had a new last name
-it was the Principal's first year at that school
-my teacher was pregnant, and died halfway through that year
-my sister was born
-I was hit in the head with a rock and had lots of stitches
-my best friend's dad was hit by a car and broke both of his legs
-one of my classmates was hit by a car (twice I think, but he's OK!)
-I ate Spaghetti-O's just about every single day (oh, how just the smell nauseates me now!)
-I saw MTV for the very first time (Mickey by Toni Basil was the first video I ever saw!)

Yes..this was one year....I was nine.

drink up,
Ms. Fine


    

Season 1 - Episode 2

Well well. Yes, I am back. Bear with me, still not sure of the flow of this whole thing.

Hmm. a seed, a tiny little seed begins the whole process,  journey if  you will. One tiny tiny grape seed, planted. It grows into a grape vine. The grapes are harvested and some turned into wine. Pressed and stored, for a short time for everyday ordinary wine, but it is a longer wait for the fine wine. I am on a journey, a lifelong journey..of love, life and laughter. Faith, friendship and fellowship. I will not become a fine wine until the day I die, but I am getting 'better' everyday.

My life began just like everyone elses, a 'seed' if you will. Two teenagers from two different worlds, two different faiths, two different lives. Nine months later, my mom had me, my father, well, he must have had good running shoes. I am sure J & H loved each other, the way teenagers love, puppy-ish, but at least I wasn't the product of a one night stand.

A year later, C came into J's life. The only dad I knew. The only dad I loved. The only dad I still love.

I do not remember much of my childhood...part of what my daughter terms "mom's broken memory box". My mom wasn't the easiest to get along with, but I am sure she tried her best - (hmm, just head that they cancelled All My Children and One life to Live. Maybe if they did that 37 years ago, I'd have a better relationship with my mom...eh, nah, she would have found something else, that's just her). Thankfully I had my dad, uncle, grandparents, heck, my whole...very large, Italian...family. An upbringing that I am very greatful for, one that my future siblings and even my own children would never know...ever....

drink up,
Ms. Fine

Season 1 - Pilot

Eeek, my first ever blog...I have a million things running around in my head, so if I try to get it all out now it will come out all mumble jumbled. I have, though, been keeping a journal/diary/devotional since I have been a teenager. Sometimes I'm real dedicated, other times years go by. But no matter when I write or not, the stuff still goes on in my life and in my head.

It is 2:55 am right now. I just got finished watching every single stinking episode of Living with Fran. Oh, believe me, this show will have a ton to do with my blogging..but I will get into that in other blogs.

There is so much I desire to throw out there, but I'll let you sip on this for now. I'm out. Hopefully I will get used to this and improve as time goes by....like Fine Wine!!!

drink up,
Ms. Fine