Yea!  i got keys to my new apartment in sebastopol today……i have a home again and it’s mine!

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i recently had my car stolen and went to go reclaim it once the police found it, however they would not allow me to pick it up unless i had a valid driver’s license.

i had no idea it was suspended and had been for some time. further phone calls and research turned up that i had several open tickets dating back to 1999 [funny thing is that i had two more in 2000 and 2003 that never brought up the previous tickets when i was stopped for them].  these tickets totaled in a yuckie poo $2500 that i needed to clear in order to get my license outta the red.

well i did it!!!!  i managed to sort out all my tickets for just under $700 only to find out that my license had expired between the time i tried to reclaim my car and now.  another $80 or so and i then had to re-take my written test.

this was where i had some confidence.  i have had a pretty good understanding of the california driving laws since the age of 16.  i walked in to the DMV to 10 minute wait.  got called, got photo’d, got my test and walked back up to the counter with a huge smile only to be received by a clerk who replied to my less than 5 minute absence with a “that was quick.”

well……i haven’t taken a written test since my last DMV visit and I PASSED - 100% !!!

i got happy feet anxious to find pedals for them.

see you all on the road!

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i am still processing so much from my trip, and it’s all good stuff.  some is a little tough, but good and healthy.

here is a bit more:

first here is a bit of my history [i guess this would have been a good post on my tribe as a response to being "tagged"]:

my parents seperated when i was 2 years old.  i saw my father occasionally on a weekend here, a weekend there.  all in all it wasn’t very much.

at around the age of 9 he died in a car accident i was told.  it was hard, and i struggled with that for many years until i was 16.

at 16 my mother told me the truth, that my father had taken his own life.  he died all over again for me.

my mother has remarried and i love this man dearly.  he has over time worked hard at being my father and for many years was only my “pop”.  my “pop” has since shown me that he can be my father and in every respect he is, even telling me just today that he considers us to be blood.

back to my trip and current day….my trip down to see my grandmother [on my birth-fathers side] opened so many questions while answering so many others.  i have learned so much about that side of my family that has in the last year or so grown to become more and more curious, important and hard for me.

i found a connection to people that have the same jean/genes i do.  that laugh at the same things that i do and in the same way.  people that are more than people i haven’t seen in a long long time, but people that are My Family.

even as i type this right now i feel my insides stirring around in joy and sorrow and comfort while i can feel tears streaming down my face.  mind you these are tears of happiness.  i love my family.  i love re-connecting with them.  there is a more complete feeling in my life and a closeness that i didn’t even realized was missing.

more than anything else from this trip, more than any tear can carry, more than any hug can give, i feel like i know my father so much more now.

I LOVE YOU DADDY and I MISS YOU!

more coming as it finds it’s way….

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i just got back from a very very long road trip to tuscon, arizona for my grandmother’s 80th birthday. 

i don’t even know where to begin with this posting as this trip has stirred so many things for me as well as answered so many questions.

we had a surprise birthday for my grandmother bringing together most of her children and many of her grandchildren and she was very surprised.  she said she first thought something was wrong as she looked around the room seeing so many faces then realizing slowly what was going on….”surprise!!!!”

she looked amazing at 80 years old, so cute and chipper and very very happy to see us all.  she really “rocks bagels”.

i think the surprise veined through us all [children and grandchildren] seeing how many of us showed up from so many places, from texas to colorado to california and of course arizona.

i haven’t seen most some of the people in 15 years, my grandmother being one of them.  i had alot to catch up on and did i did.

i am going to end this post here as i am still overloaded with stuff i need to process, but i will probably post more as i get through these things.   i guess in short i now know alot more about myself, where i came from and where the genes in this i where in this family come from.

more soon…..

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