tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post115864731951572141..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: CousinsTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158865364781272862006-09-21T12:02:00.000-07:002006-09-21T12:02:00.000-07:00Cherish,I have some cousins who were as old as my ...Cherish,<BR/>I have some cousins who were as old as my parents, too. Coincidently, Tess now has a 4 year old cousin and an aunt in law who is ten year's younger. <BR/><BR/>Life is funny.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158767748590131512006-09-20T08:55:00.000-07:002006-09-20T08:55:00.000-07:00JanePoe,My father was adopted, too. I used to sugg...JanePoe,<BR/>My father was adopted, too. I used to suggest to my mother that it would have been better if she had been, too. :)Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158727426182386852006-09-19T21:43:00.000-07:002006-09-19T21:43:00.000-07:00kinda makes me glad I'm adopted ... ignorance is b...kinda makes me glad I'm adopted ... ignorance is bliss :)<BR/><BR/>peace out, JP!JP (mom)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03120439923927414464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158726400651128722006-09-19T21:26:00.000-07:002006-09-19T21:26:00.000-07:00--Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158694709848442782006-09-19T12:38:00.000-07:002006-09-19T12:38:00.000-07:00Haaa haaaaa... I'm telling Teri you said that.Haaa haaaaa... I'm telling Teri you said that.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158694212603030112006-09-19T12:30:00.000-07:002006-09-19T12:30:00.000-07:00THE Michael, I take it none of your cousins can pl...THE Michael, I take it none of your cousins can play the banjo, either? Pity none of your aunts or uncles came forward to keep you out of the foster care system. But you turned out pretty good growing in your own soil.<BR/><BR/>Miss Bliss,<BR/>I've been told many times that one can't choose who their family is, but you can accept them. Glad you are enjoying the blog, especially if it helps.<BR/><BR/>Shandi, What do you mean your cousins aren't the bizarre ones. I used to read Terri's blog :)<BR/><BR/>Gina, Thanks as usual! I'm glad you liked the photo. It was fun restoring it. Take care.<BR/><BR/>R. According to mom, Uncle Ira was special due to the medications they gave him for his epilepsy. So I don't think you have to worry about him. It's being related to me I'd be more concerned with. :)Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158692711832470842006-09-19T12:05:00.000-07:002006-09-19T12:05:00.000-07:00It seems mental illness runs in the family. I ofte...It seems mental illness runs in the family. I often worry that I'm promoting inferior genetic stock by considering having my own children. There are so many good things about our stock too though, so it's hard to come to a definite answer.R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03774469060066226829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158690898123098782006-09-19T11:34:00.000-07:002006-09-19T11:34:00.000-07:00lol, poor Aunt Gladys. Another great family post T...lol, poor Aunt Gladys. Another great family post Tim! Oh, and btw... you're as cute now as you were as a lil boy. ;o) Love the photo. Peace my friend. <BR/>~gina~darlinginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07711518109266141692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158679777613741052006-09-19T08:29:00.000-07:002006-09-19T08:29:00.000-07:00Thanks for the morning laugh. "Happy Butt and Mar...Thanks for the morning laugh. "Happy Butt and Martians" had me cracking up. I love it when you talk about your past. Gunter must have you thinking about skeletons (Uncle Ira in the special place for special people :-0 ). <BR/><BR/>Boy, I could go on and on about my family. My contact with them comes and goes. I guess I get on a family kick and just gorge on them for a while. My cousins aren't the bizarre ones in the family. Apparently, it's my mother and brother that are the family joke. (Hell... maybe I am too!)Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158673493410752642006-09-19T06:44:00.000-07:002006-09-19T06:44:00.000-07:00I must say I find it fascinating when people write...I must say I find it fascinating when people write about their families. Family dynamics, historical heroics and the daily quirk that make up the environment we all grew up in can only equate to a story not unlike something David Lynch would make into a film. I think it's interesting when people relay to me that they have Civil War heroes or famous people in their family lineage, but that sort of attachment to someone else's fame is not for me - even if they are related to me. What truly speaks to me are the silent qualities I possess that were an unintentional gift to me from my family. The kind of gifts I will keep with me regardless of where or what environment I grew up in. I have been told that my eyes look like my Tia Panchita's, my smile is that of countless before me, I laugh like my Tia Becky yet I never grew up around her and I have my Tio Agapito's sense of humor and I don't recall a single joke. I am amazed at how much of me is still here despite the fact that I am no good at watering, comforting or influencing myself into who I am on a daily basis...my family seems to have taken care of that for me. Most of us Mexicans love to knock boots and we have plenty of children to prove it - hell, I swear I have a whole town to my own some days, but it's not the size that amazes me, it's my family's ability to continue, despite great dysfunctional odds. I am living proof.<BR/><BR/>T - your blogs continue to make me think about my own life. Some days that is painful, but most days this Mexican girl loves the mental tease....thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1158668950636230292006-09-19T05:29:00.000-07:002006-09-19T05:29:00.000-07:00Yea, my Mom had lots of brothers and sisters and t...Yea, my Mom had lots of brothers and sisters and thus I have dozens of cousins (Bob, I'm good today) running around. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any inbreeding going on, as I never met any with gills or an IQ of 8. I did meet one cousin at my Grandfathers' funeral that was so hot I could have easily took a stab at re-routing the family tree, but my first wife kept me honest. I haven't seen any of them since and I never feel much desire to. Any number of Aunts or Uncles could have rescued me from a childhood of orphanhood but didn't step up, so I've pretty much taken root in my own soil ever since.Alex Pendragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877845166621794334noreply@blogger.com