And Then There Came Three

(I will enter a new picture here, sadly I do not have one at the moment)

Well, by the time I was about 9 months old, we had moved out of Sally's home, moved out of the little apartment that we moved in in Orem (we were in the basement apartment home of my mom's husband's older sister's home) When my mom had found she was pregnant with her third child. 
 What my mom did not realize then, and sometimes now, is the third child she would have was not only the spawn of the Devils Daughter but also a Sociopath. (That is under exaggeration)
  What would her pseudo name be? Let me think... Chimera
 That took about ten seconds :)
 Chimera was a big brown eyed baby and my mom was smitten with her from the day she was born. 
My mom and her dad gave her everything. She cried a lot. I remember my mom painting her crib when she was born or just before. I could not figure out why she wanted it white when it was yellow. I recall walking by it one time when my mom was putting lambs on it... You know those 1970's decorative decals that you have have to use water and sort of decoupage it, I remember my mom doing that to this Crib. At the time I did not know what they were. They were cute lambs but I remember they were lambs because I was a lamb for Halloween and thinking... I am the animal on Chimera's crib. 
   I was about 13 months when my mom said she started potty training me because I was ready. I was saying full sentences by the time I was 14 months old and I was  about 16 months old when I ran to the toilet and sat down, but had waited to do pee, so I missed the toilet and peed all over the floor right near the toilet. I sat down anyway thinking maybe I had time to get some more pee in the toilet. Mom came in. "Leena? What happened?" without skipping a breath, I said, "Oh, mom! A huge Monster came in here and peed all over the floor!" The story was said with so much conviction, my mom could have never made up the story herself. "A Huge monster,really?" "Oh, yes, momma. He was a big monster." Wondering how far I would take the story, momma asked me, "It is that the truth, Dee?"
and with that question, the tears and  sincere heart felt admission, "My bottom did it mommy, my bottom!"
 This is a good time to mention that my older sister D, and I were best friends and we were constantly playing, just like big sister and little sister. She was and still is the biggest influence for the best and my best friend, my best everything. I always looked up to her and loved her with all my heart. 
  One day, I do not remember this but my mom does, Danae came in to ask my mom for a match for her "fire things". "Fire things?" asked om with a little bewilderment. "Yes," said Danae in a matter of fact, nonchalantly. "Can I see your fire things?" and with that mom was taken outside with me as a 2and a half year old culprit... or partner in crime. There in the back yard on a slab of concrete was a pile of leaves, dried, sticks, twigs,and various other flammable items. Indeed they were "Fire Things" as D indicated.Mom was excellent as deterring D (at that age) for more productive uses. "Why don't you have a picnic with Dee?" the idea was a hit for me myself and my sister. Of course I had no clue that I was supposed to be given 50% of the food, and I was just excited to be with my big sister having a picnic. Even to this day, I do not care. I love being around my sister. D is still someone I hold in the highest regard. 
 

This is Me... I will start from the Beginning

I was born in February. The day is not that important. 
  What you do need to know is that my birth father was not there when I was born. In fact he was gone, completely out of my life, and I did not know that for years. I also did not know that my birth father had filed for and received a divorce two weeks before I was born.  (You will be told on a need-to- know- basis... hey, I want you to keep coming back to my blog, right?)
I did have an older sister that was born in Alaska. That I knew.
 So, for the first part of my life, it was me, my older sister (I am changing her name and other names to protect my family) Danae, and my mom. 
 Did I mention my mom was 20 when she had me? Hey, now before you go all judgmental on my mom, she is not just an ordinary marry young and that was that kind of woman. First off she loved my birth father but he never could treat her right. And second of all she never said anything bad about it. 
   I was born in Provo, Utah, in the early 1970's. My mom lived in a house with me, my sister and her room mate named Sally, who was a great friend to my mom. 

This is me at about 10 months. Just a gorgeous little baby. I was almost walking there. I was saying baby and some other words by 10 months old. Hey, I was a Genius.

So, according to my baby records, which are in a storage place at my brothers right now, I was 8 pounds and a couple of ounces, 21 inches long at birth. Not bad for a new born. Apparently by the time I was in the above picture, according to my baby book (my mom took really excellent documentation on me, yay) I could speak several words and was scooting by the time I was just days old. My mom would place me on the bed and was scared about rolling on me while she slept, so she would place me away from her. I would scoot close to her. I would snuggle up next to her and she would scoot away from me. This process went on all night. My mom said she was scared rolling on me, but I wanted to be right next to her. I was a mama's girl then. I am now.
 Well, at about the age of 4 months, I was being baby sat as was my sister when my mom was working at a JB's Big Boy on University and about 450 North. The place is not JB's Anymore. It is now a Chinese Grill and rumors are it was closing ... But I have not verified if those said rumors are true. It was full with the Big Boy holding the plate with the red and white checkered pants in the front of the establishment. My mom was a waitress and planning on going to University that following Fall... August. But instead, she married in August, to a man she met at JB's. She was serving Shrimp and he would go in there every day for coffee and he smoked like a chimney which, if you met my mom you would NEVER think she would ever want to be around a guy like that.Well for some reason she fell for him. I don't think she really loved him as more she thought he would be a good provider and that he would take care of her. 
 When I was 10 months old I was really tall for my age and as the story was told, one of my mom's acquaintances asked my mom if she was worried about me. My mom, perplexed asked her, "No, why should I be?" and apparently the lady did not know my mom nor I well because she said, "Leena is not talking and walking like most kids her age?" "Oh, I am not worried about her", "Well, she is not walking or talking like the other kids her age." "Her age? How old do you think she is?" The woman thought I was about 4-5 years old. My mom still laughs thinking of her face when my mom said, with a chuckle,"Leena is 10 months old". The woman, my mom said, laughed really hard too. My mom is not super short but I was really tall. I have seen the baby pictures of my mom holding me, I have a diaper on and my feet are to my mom's knees. 
He was a big time D.J. for a huge radio station in Salt Lake city and he had a morning show with number one ratings. Believe me when I tell you when you have a huge radio station morning show in Anywhere you are treated like a rock star. My mom did not even care about that stuff though. My mom is down to earth and just wanting to find the best life for her and her daughters. 
     
                 

Do I dare?

I have another blog. I have been writing in it for a few months now. It is called Happy People Are Happier.
 It is true. Happy people really are happier. I have called it that because of my dad. It was something he and I said all the time.
I wanted to open this blog though, to start at the beginning. You know, go through my story. Talk about all of me.
I thought if I do that then maybe someone out there will understand me. Maybe not. Maybe I am doing it to think aloud so it will make sense to me. 
 Life, well, my life has always been for me about answering questions. 
 Questions for me like... Really Honestly... Why couldn't I stay 5 years old forever? I mean Big Bird does. 
And you know other things like that.
 I am not a loser per say but you know when you know someone that is really smart, really funny, you don't know much about that person but you think... Wow... She is dynamic... But deep down inside her heart of heart, That person knows more about you than you do about her, and really she is quirky and you don't understand why?
 You know those people? I am one of those... The basket has always fallen out of the bottom for me and I used to not let it bother me.
But, now, It does.
 So, I am going to go back to the Beginning of Me... And figure this all out.
I have 30 years worth of Journals (yes... I am a Journal writer, NOT A JOURNALIST.. hehe) And sadly, They are in Utah, at my brother's and I am here in Turkey. So, I will go on memory for now but I will be slowly getting those and transferring them here. 
  Do I DARE?