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I love my family with all my heart and soul; my mothers side of the family anyway. The whole family lives where the stars fell, Alabama. I love my chain smoking, romantic novel reading, perm haired, red lipstick wearing step grandmother, and she loves me back. I'm getting a little lump in the back of my throat cause writing this makes me miss her so much, and no shes not dead. Ever since I was little, i have remembered my grandmother for carrying a big red purse, taking me on adventures and spoiling me more than the other cousins. I would go to war with this woman. Shes an interesting lady. She taught herself photography and now has an obsession/hobby. She enjoys gambling and always walks out of a casino with more than she went in with. She recently went to Africa with my grandpa but he went to hunt and she went to take pictures of lions, zebras, monkey type things and other various critters. She grew up on a rural farm in the middle of Nebraska where times could get tough. She broke in horses. She doesn't really tell me about her teen aged/growing up life much though.She's not like a crazy old grandmother who rambles on about how back in her day, life was like this and blah blah blah, and i had to walk to school barefoot in the snow and eat my food with moldy bread, even though i would believe her. I like to call her and just chat and be silly and tell her how when i get my licenses i will visit her all the time. I really love that woman. The fist word i can ever remember spelling right was her name.

Now my uncle... where to begin... Ok so in highschool he was a skrate player, and he was in love with my moms best friend. He had a fine fine car and the best sound system in the south. He won contests for instaling sound systems in cars. Hes an elecrticion now. Of course my mom, my uncle, my pawpaw, and nanny lived in a house on Calioca road in the sticks of Alabama. Calioca road was only paved about 10 years ago. Well he was a typical red neck, tearing up the front yard with his bike, building ramps with dirt and flying off of them. Once he even made my nanny lay down in a ditch and take a picture of him soaring over her. He came home drunk but was always awake befor the crack of dawn to do god only knows what. But hes always been that way, the get up early no matter what type. He would run out side butt ass naked to get the mail. I wish i could go into more detail but people might throw up. That was just highschool for him.

Blog #8

Honestly, now that i have seen stranger than fiction, i feel like a horrible person.

He takes all the responsibility of the world on his shoulders and i dont even want to be responsible for school. Harold is the nicest person you would ever meet, i can only wish to be half as nice. I am basicaly at the same place in my feeling about fate and free will. see my blog last week, severly confused.

There are so many factros that determine our fate. Fate is something we create in our minds for our selves to have purpose in life. The only reason Harold survived his fate was because he found out about it and excepted it. Perhaps if Oedipus had excepted his fate, he would have avoided it. I guess death is easier to except than banging your mom and popping a cap in your dad.