Debi Stanley:  

What's the wildest thing you ever did in school? That depends on The Statute of Limitations, for certain Crimes and Miss de Manners. I'll have to get back to you on that, when its no longer punishable by law. What happened to your first crush? Why, has he been released and no one notified me? Last I heard my first crush had been denied parole on his double Life Sentence. (Absolute Truth) Now I know why they call it a crush. Half the time the person doesn't even know you exist. I should have left it that way and saved myself the aggravation. Better yet the bitter pill of reality when you find out that the person you trusted with your life, never cared about anybody except himself to begin with. Whats the weirdest job you ever had? Without a doubt 'shucking clams' (Made a little money though. It helps when your Dad owned the place. Weird does not describe opening clams. From this you truly learn the meaning of 'Cold and Clammy'. I suppose it beats digging clams, but not by much. My parents have some strange limiting beliefs. Probably from where they came from. "East of Poor, just this side of Never had it, so how could we miss it." People thought my dad was hardcore. It was my Mother who could write the book on abnormal psyche. Either that or the book was written about her" You get one do-over. What do you do differently? H mm. Probably that whole birth thing. First off the Stork left me at the wrong house. Because DNA has proven 99.1% ,she wasn't my mother. Ask anyone who knows me (or her). When I went to the 1st grade,we had to draw a picture of our family. I wasn't even in the picture.In fact I'll be 50 in July and my real mother still hasn't shown up yet to claim me. Also: I think my REAL parents are Roseanne and Donald Trump. So at least when he goes, I'm looking at a BIG Financial windfall.Not that I'm spending it yet, or wish any thing bad for dear old Moms.The good part is I don't really get the drama over the Mother-Daughter relationship route. I mention it here because if you knew me back then my life was a lot different. People would understand now, why I did the things I did. My mother is called a 'Splitter'. In front of most people she has that saintly bit going on. The Pope could take notes from her. It's the rest of us that aren't on the good list, who felt her wrath. By good list, my mother believes everyone is either good or bad, absolute black/white thinking. Of course I was on the Black side,my dad too. About a yr ago the 3 of us where sitting at the kitchen table. I'd spent the previous 3 yrs helping take care of her. Me and my sister did the cleaning, cooking, errands, shopping, bills everything. She has osteo, she can break bones just thinking about it. Always sickly and miserable. My dad and I where asking her why she never smiles. She snarled and said "I'm only happy when your sisters here" Nice, my father gave that women whatever she wanted in life. Actually they spoiled each other. He never said a bad word about her in 50 years that I knew. He went out and worked, she raised the family. Old school, she believed you waited on your husband. He gave the orders, she complied. Then she'd complain about it to anyone and everyone,out of his earshot. It was sickening to watch, even on a walker she brought him his meals to the Archie Bunker chair. We couldn't talk either one of them out of that routine. Couldn't shame my father into getting off his butt. Couldn't convince her that wives and children aren't servants. They both had one thing in common. Strongly believed that its O.K. to treat people like crap as long as their your family. In our family you got an unbelievable present when you turned 14. You had to go out and get a job and pay $25 bucks a week in 'room & board'. 35 yrs ago that would be like $50 now a days. Buy your own clothes, toiletries, bus fare everything. My mother refused to buy me eyeglasses when the school sent home a note. Said it was a 'scam' ."What do you need eyeglasses for,you don't drive, your 14" Lovely women, a saint... In 10 years, I hope to be _______I'm going to get there by _________. In 10 years I hope to be 35 years younger. I'm going to get there by: Taking an expedition to the South Pole. When I get there, I think they have one of those little Golf Flags at the exact spot. I'll raise the flag high in the Air with both hands. Then I'll face Due North. (Wait a min. If your at the south pole which way is Due North? Do compasses there work right?) Never mind, I'll shut my eyes , click my heels together, than spin around 3 times counter clockwise. I'm guessing that when I open my Eyes, I'll be on that tropical Island on the TV show Lost. Then, the fans will know the real secret as to how the polar Bear (and me) got there. Immediately upon seeing me, a 15 y/o, Jack will dump Kate, and Him and I will head into the Jungle to have Hot, Monkey S . The Next Week, I'll dump him for Sawyer. So there Kate, think your so Hot? Girl, I'l...Expand for more