I recently had the pleasure of reading a post in my new friend Dweej's blog "House Unseen. Life Unscripted" (please check out her blog...it's so funny!) Anyway, I read this particular entry in her blog regarding the road trip she took with her kids when they all moved from California to Michigan to move into their new (I use that term loosely) house. Her story brought back some crazy memories from when I was a kid and after I commented on her post, she suggested that I write my story. So here I go, stealing her idea for a little while...
Before I can tell you the story about the road trip(s) I have to give you the background info first, so this post is going to "pave the way" so to speak for the rest of the story. Many of you who read this blog know that I don't really have a good relationship with my mom. More than anything, it's probably because she is just plain loco. Let me explain...
(A little side note: you guys are probably going to think I am making this stuff up because it is absolutely crazy and "there is no way you (meaning me) had that life and are who you are now...you're a cop for cripes sakes!" Seriously, I'm serious, I am not making this up.)
By the time I came along into my mother's life, she had been married 4 times (and later another four times making that a grand total of 8 times!) and had given birth to three other children.
I don't really know all of the details about who and where all of those other half-siblings of mine went, but the stories I heard along the way were something about my mom being a "little wild" and getting herself in some legal trouble and losing custody of her kids (two girls and a boy.) No one could or would ever go into any more of an explanation than that and my mother refused to talk about it. All three of those kids had different dads too. Apparently, the kids were taken away from mom and were adopted into other families. Since that was so long ago (late 50's) there are no records that I know of and I wouldn't know where to start looking. I've kind of given up on that issue.
Now, here's a tricky little side note...some of you know that I don't actually know who my biological father is. My mom (Bunnie) has told me SEVERAL different stories about who he might be. Two of my own personal theories are that he is either some random guy from a random bar (it was the sixties, remember?) or he could be Clyde. I know, I know...he was in jail you say. Well, I have a theory about that. Remember how I told you that my mom married him while they were waiting for their trial? Well, this whole hot mess (robbery, getting caught, spending time in jail) all happened during the time frame leading up to and including when I would have been conceived, sooooo, I'm just sayin' it's a possibility. What I have never been able to find out is whether they allowed Bunnie and Clyde a conjugal visit to consummate the joyous occasion of their wedding vows.
So I am going to end part 1 here. Tomorrow, I'll continue with the story right after I finish playing cop for the police department (my monthly reserve officer time.) Until then, say a prayer that no one tells my mom that I am "telling" on her. In our house, we were supposed to be good at keeping secrets...I know none of YOU will say anything ;)