So, if you love me or even if you know me, check out my poetry page on deviantart. This is stuff that I've written over the years (mostly in high school). A lot of it has the same theme or idea but all of it is different.

It's
spacecdt07.deviantart.com





Oh, time for a quick story (more for me [so I don't forget it])!

So, I was at my Great Uncle Bud's viewing tonight and my parents were visiting with my dad's Uncle Norman's sister-in-law, who also happens to be my dad's exwife's sister (No, my dad was not married to Norman's wife. There are three sisters.). Dad saw this lady and was in the middle of saying, "Kathy who is that?" when the lady leaned in and said, "I'll see you later, Kathy. Call me later to tell me how Gaylin (her husband) is doing." Dad just looked at the lady and had this Well that was kind of rude to interrupt a conversation look on his face. The lady left and Dad finally got out, "Who is she?? She looks really familiar!" and Kathy said, "What? Are you kidding me? C'mon Hobe." and Dad said, "What do you mean, 'what?'" Should I know her?" and Kathy exclaimed "You were only married to her for ten years!!"
Dad totally didn't recognize Juanita! I had only seen her once, eleven years ago at my grandmother's funeral, so I was keeping an eye out for her just to jog my memory. I remember that she had a face lift, red hair, and dressed all fancyschmancy.
Well, when she walked in to the room, I saw her and asked my mom if that was her and Mom didn't think so because she was chunkier and shorter than the Juanita that she knew and told me to ask Dad, so I leaned over and said, "Hey. That lady over there hugging Raymond. Is that Juanita?" and he looked and said, "Oh, no. That's not her" and that was the end of that.

Poor Dad...

Even better is the fact that my uncle works at the funeral home as an escort and stuff and he even held the door open for her and didn't know it was her.


I can only hope that I get my mom's memory genes.