Still trying to define the purpose of my blogging, and I think I’ve hit upon the reason why two blogs are necessary for me.
Ranting.
I have a second blog, a family blog in which I can post pictures and use my children’s real names and go on and on and on and on and on about how my children are the most adorable on the planet and not lose readers with my pity that they can not possibly have children as wonderful as mine. 
I never got much into scrapbooking, so I use that blog as something of a record of my children and our life.
Unfortunately, my family reads that blog. This means that if it’s not something I would say to their face or debate with them in person, I am not going to bring it up. So I only blog about the cute, fluffy aspects of life. Meaning I can’t gripe about my mom’s choices, my dad’s disease, the fact that I never want to meet my mother’s new husband (I will never ever EVER call him “step-father”) as long as I live, however unavoidable that may be, I can’t weigh my options re: homebirth (because that’s just not safe, you know) for the new baby, I can’t even talk about being frugal and the absolute ridiculousness of my sister purchasing a $5,000 wedding gown with a total wedding budget of only $10,000, because I’m the matron of honor and I can’t risk offending her, or anyone else for that matter. In short, I can’t really be all of who I am and talk about what I believe, and after a few months of attempting to blog only over there, I am stifled and gasping for breath.
So you will get an earful. (Eyeful?)
Not that the posting will be frequent yet, as within a few weeks we will finally be making our move to my childhood home. This move actually fulfills a dream for me, to see the house that my dad built on 26 acres in the country kept in the family, regardless of what happened with or to my parents. Now that my parents are divorced and my dad has a terminal illness requiring care, we are moving to this house with my dad. It’s the perfect place for my dad and us. He loves it out there, and I think it the perfect place for him to live and enjoy the peace and love of his family, and the encouragement of his grandchildren’s presence. It’s big enough for all of us and any future children, and the structure will be easily adapted for accessibility once he’s in a wheelchair. On top of all that, I think it almost the most serene and beautiful place in the world, and it thrills my heart to think of my children growing up out there, tromping the property as I did, planning picnics and adventures, sleeping in our childhood bedrooms, climbing the trees that were too small when I was young but are now huge and laden with heavy fruit (the pecan orchard my dad planted), catching bugs and having lots of pets. E and I have dreamed of having property and raising animals and a huge garden, and we are willing to work hard to make it a reality.
Which is a good thing, because the place has been vacant for a year and the grass is as high as my armpits, the pool now harbors frogs and turtles, and the wasps have colonized every nook and cranny on the wraparound porch. There is a lot of work to be done. So I am grateful for our young age and our vision and our willingness to work.
And I just pray that by the time we get the place back to its former glory, the absolute rape of our rights and outright abuse of eminent domain known as the Trans-Texas Corridor has not become reality and poured an ocean of asphalt over the entire place, prostituting our home and property to the purposes and profit of a Spanish company and our corrupt Texas politicians.
(Oh yeah, I forgot to mention politics on the family-forbidden-rant list.)
Posted on September 19th, 2007 by Dove
Filed under: ALS, Kids, Rants
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