Tales of a Black Sheep
posted by Anonymous - 8:41 PM Jun 13, 2010
Tags: Family
Ah...there never an end to family drama. Its unbelievable how the people that formed you can be so completly different. The way they talk, dress, worship ( or not ), eat, decorate, vacation and on and on and on. I'm the black sheep. I'm not afraid to say shit if I have a mouth full and this just shocks the daylights out of the folks that did me honor of bringin' me into the world. My dad raised me to be this way...much as he hates it now. He hates a woman with an opinion. He should have been born in the 1700's. The thought can be large or small...doesn't matter. I'm raising my kids to have independent thoughts. We also take vacations...without our kids. My folks think this is horrid behavior. How dare we leave them in the care of say...their OTHER grandma...the less crazy one. Oh...and we listen to modern music...my dad quit listening to anything after 1965...but, he sure hates everything after! I can't believe I come from these people...how am I not in a mental institution?? IBF.