Flashback Friday....My Daddy

     Welcome to all of the Matter of Choice readers. I hope this has been a good Friday for all of you. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Flashback Friday and by the way this is my first one. I will go ahead and forewarn you that this might be a tad long as my situation with my dad is not the common relationship........

Wordless Wednesday.....The Birth of my Granddaughter

The Best Things About having a BROTHER....

     Welcome to all the Mom 2 Memphis and Ruby readers. It is time once again for the Tuesday 10 link-up. This week's Tuesday 10 is.... Ten reasons I love ________. Well, if you have been reading then you know I have a brother. So mine is about the best things about a brother.


   

A New Meaning to "Father's Day"

     For most of my life the only people that I could tell Happy Father's Day was my Paw-Paw, my mom's dad, and my Uncle Mike, my mom's brother. Those two men helped to mold me and make me into the person I am and without them I don't know where I would be today.....

Questions Left Unanswered

     I know that all things happen for a reason and we are not supposed to question those things. BUT sometimes things happen that you just cannot wrap your mind around. Well, this is one of those things.....
     

The Moment You Know Without REALLY Knowing

     Keep in mind, the only contact I had had with him was to send him an inbox message on Facebook to let him know that I was not mad at him but that I had a lot to take in and that as soon as I was ready and comfortable with all of this new information I had, I would be happy to meet him. And he did not respond to that message, so I had no idea how he reacted or felt about what I had said.    
     Well, we got the kids loaded and headed to Paul's house (and this will be the last blog that you hear me refer to him by his given name. His new name given to him by me is Bubba).
    

Going to the Beach (Or so I thought)

     As the next couple of weeks pass by, Jessica and I become closer and she comes to the store and helps me more.  This was good because we needed to get to know each other. After all, I am eleven years older than her and we never got to know each other. I have a sister but I have never been close to her and I always thought that sisters were supposed to be close.    
     When I was 17 and met them all that one time, I remember Jessica more than anyone. My mom always told me that I rolled my eyes just like my dad and that would make me so mad because she was telling me that I was like him and from all that I had grown up knowing, I DID NOT want to be like my dad.  Well, meeting Jessica, I quickly learned that I definitely looked like my dad. Seeing her at the age of 6 was like looking into a mirror of my past and seeing me at 6 all over again.