The Fab, Awsome & Stupid at 16

So this weeks Theme Thursday is "What would I say to my 16 year old self?" Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe that is the topic. You'll know how great and funny and just fabulous Something Clever 2.0 is but to me she's totally awesomely awesome...why?? Because I already did a post about what I would say to my 16 year old self like 4 months ago and that means I get a free pass this week and also I can work on other posts. Guys I have so many new ideas all I need is like 5 hours of no interruptions and I'm good (which will never come so be patient and I'll post them one at a time) oh and NO I'm not doing another list. I barely came up with those 16. So click here and enjoy.

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Funerals

What can I say about funerals? I hate funerals. Even thought I may not show it thru my blog I am a sensitive person. Funerals bring out the worst in me. For the last couple of years it seems every year I’ve had to attend one or two funerals.

I just really really hate them. It’s the final goodbye and I’m never ready to say that. I always feel that I need one more day. My worst funeral experience was for a 14yr old boy. I really didn’t want to see the body. He was just a child. Children don’t deserve to die. But I had to because his parents were next to him and I wanted to say to them how sorry I was for their loss. I tried not to look at his face but the eyes just go there and I will never forget looking at him and remembering who he was.

I think all funerals need to be closed casket. Remember the people the way they were not what they look like in death.

When I die one day I hope my sons and my husband (if he’s still alive) have the good sense to have a closed casket or have me cremated. At that point I’ll be dead and I won’t care. I never understand people that have all these demands on how they want their funeral to be, which casket they want, food to be served after the funeral, the kind of stone they want at their grave. Who cares…you’re dead; stop wasting living people’s money. Funerals cost a fortune and I’m sure even though loved ones feel obligated to give the best funereal they can in reality they would have preferred to do something very small or nothing at all to save money. Once you’re dead do you really need the $10,000 casket….NO! You’re dead, you’re going to rotten any way you look at it so don’t spend money on unnecessary things.

I want my funeral to be simple; simple casket (unless they cremate me) & a small spot at a grave. Please no big stones or strobe lights that say…HEY LOOK HOW MUCH MONEY MY FAMILY SPENT ON ME (and now they're bankrupt), THEY MUST HAVE REALLY LOVED ME!!

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Help a fellow blogger

I'm writing this post in hopes of helping out a fellow blogger Julescam. She's adopted and would love to find her birth mother. If you can help in anyway it's greatly appreciated.
Below is her story & here is a link to her page and orginal post

 

You may not know this, but I was adopted. I was born on June 27, 1973 in Houston TX. My biological mother was 15 at the time with red hair and green eyes. I was adopted from DePelchin children’s home at 9 days old to wonderful parents who, in my belief, have raised me VERY well. BUT..that doesn’t stop me from trying to figure out who my biological parents are!

I have been to the Houston courts 3 different times to ask to have my records opened. Even after all adoption records were made available, the judge would not give me mine. She advised me that there was nothing in the record that could help me in any way. Why she didn’t let me figure that out for myself, I have no clue. The last time I went to court, I was pregnant with Little Man. I was 31 years old. I had a letter from my adoptive parents, a letter from my doctor, and was VERY curious about my biological medical history. It’s been another 8 years and I was told yet again NO. It’s VERY frustrating!

So here’s the deal. If anyone knows of a woman that was 15 years old in 1973 and had a kid whom I’m guessing her parents made her give up for adoption (or maybe she wanted to, who knows) and lived in the Houston area in 1973 please help me. I am not trying to get another parent, but wouldn’t you like to know who gave birth to you? In the records that I received from DePelchin (and I have NO clue where they are now – my parents shared them with me as a teen), my biological mother had red hair and green eyes. I don’t remember what it said about her height and weight. My supposed father was American Indian and was over 6 feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I don’t know if that is true or a fabrication to protect the actual father or if she was raped. It doesn’t matter to me, I would just like to know her. I would just REALLY like to know my biological mother. It’s almost been 40 years so she would be in her 50′s now. I would have no idea where she lives but I know when I was born, it was in Houston, TX.