I had a great time visiting with my brother Gary and his family for Christmas. Big John is still butt hurt and is mad at my family from last 4th of July. So he stayed home and I let him be. How do I feel about the situation? Well, I am hurt and somewhat angry. Sometimes I think we should be supportive of what our partners are doing and spend time with them even if it's not something you would do. Minor sacrifice in my opinion. John and I spent Thanksgiving home alone, no family, no friends, just him and me. I was raised with big family events, tons of kids, lots of food, and just a really fun time. I wasn't going to spend my Christmas home alone and now I refuse to spend any holiday home just the two of us again.
Gary and Sylvia had Sylvia's sister Barbara and her husband Ron there along with their son Ronnie and his wife Stacey. My two nieces Carrie Ann and Natalie with their husbands Joe and Bryan were also there. Add the kids and it was such a wonderful gathering. I've added a few picture to enjoy. I really miss the family part of my life. I never realized how much it is a part of me. Even when married to Ernie we would visit his family and my family and it was just automatic. John would just assume go by himself as to invite or think that I would go. It's so different. I think it is effecting how I feel about my relationship with him. I can't get past the yours is yours and mine is mine mentality of our relationship. We are two individual living in the same place with not that much in common or any desire to grow toward each other. He tolerates me and I've just become a bitch toward him. Lousy way to live, but I think we both feel to old to change, to invested and no where else to live.
I keep getting side tracked. My family was a wonderful place for me to be. I talked with my brother and sister-in-law, enjoyed Ron & Barbara as we are all old friends from being in the same family for 40 years. I would like to see my son Bryan and daughter in law Hannah have children but doesn't look like that if going to happen, so the closest thing I have are my niece's children. Carrie's daughter Isabella and Natalie's two Joshua and Madison. Great to spend so much time with just the kids. Isabella is the oldest at 6 1/2 with Josh almost 3 and Madison at 7 months. Lots of energy and a time to watch them change and grow. Ron and Barb's son Ronnie had his two there also, Page 7 1/2 and Parker about 3-4. I really enjoyed watching all the kids and their parents. I was so surprised how relaxed their parent were. They just let the kids have a good time, they were watched, not controlled. Loved it! I have a great family, thank you Gary and Sylvia for your invitation.
I spent the time with Gary and Sylvia and Barbara and Ron at Sylvia's house. Christmas was at Carrie's home, nice end to a great day. Leave the kids with their parents and spend so social time with the older adults. Left the next morning around 8am to head back to Fresno. John was home having a quiet time. I think he would have enjoyed his time, but you can't make up lost time. Next time we all get together is SuperBowl Sunday, Feb. 6, 2011. John says he's staying home for that too. I'm not, I'm going to see my family and enjoy this little piece of my life. Enough for now. Now I need to figure out how to post a few picture of Christmas.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Vacation Holiday
I've taken a couple of extra days off this year during the holidays. I just have so much time on the books that I need to take some and I just felt like it. The weather is rainy and it's kind of nice just being home alone. No John and all the spelling questions. Me and my cats. So I'm enjoying it. I decided to get down and begin my life story for my son. If he reads it that's great, if he doesn't and never finds it, well it will have made me feel good writing my story before I can't remember it. So where do I begin?
I was born Sindi Angela Uribe in Oakland California in the Oakland Hospital on October 7, 1951. I already have 4 older brothers and sisters from my fathers first marriage. They are Bernard Uribe Jr, Barbara, Alexander and Anita. At this writing my brother Alex had committed suicide in Sept. 2007 and has been gone, but more on other the family members later. I also have an older brother Gary and a younger sister Princess. I would say my childhood was normal but I don't think my family had much and we were poor, but I was happy and didn't know the difference. I got hand me downs, I had a loving family, my dad was very generous to us second generation kids and I just didn't know any different. My mother has always worked as a hair dresser and I remember that I wanted her to stay home like other kids mom, but she worked. My dad was self employed doing cement work with his father and later my brothers, but the boys didn't like the work and quit.
During the early years age 0-5 I would say I have few recollections accept that I spent a lot of time with my mother parents, my Nana and Nano. I remember more about that time with them than with my own house. I loved them, played in the back yard where they had their own vegetables, played in the front on this thing I thought was a slide, but my grandmother would always want me to stop. My mom would tell me she was very protective of us kids. They lived in a part of Oakland that many Italians settled when coming from Italy. Both my grandparent came to America, I believe they met here and married. They came from different villages and probably because of work and the possibility of a new life they came to America. Anyway my Aunt Inez was born in 1916 and my mother in 1919. I have done a lot of work on Ancestry.com to trace my family. Go there and find more information about this side of my family if interested.
I remember going with my Nana and Nano to shop. Stopping to talk with other Italians. I unfortunately didn't understand what they were saying, but we managed to communicate. I was very close with them and their love for me was an important part of my life and who I am. My Nana was a good cook, the house had a basement where she made her own pasta, ravioli and canning. I remember spending time with her there in the basement. My Nano would work in the back yard, but my mom told me he worked in the fish market in downtown Oakland. I don't remember seeing him there, but maybe he was retired by then. Playing, eating, counting my money in my piggy bank and always spending Xmas Eve with them are my greatest memories. They died in 1961 & 62 and I was only 10 and that was a big loss for me. I went to their funerals not totally understanding death. But I guess that's when I learned.
When I began school I attended E. Morris Cox elementary school in Oakland, California. I lived not far from the San Leandro border near E. 14th St, now call International Blvd. Cox was located on 98th Ave and San Leandro Blvd. Great school and I can remember seeing my brother Gary 4 years ahead at school. We had a diverse student body and I've always appreciated the differences between people and nationalities. I had a couple of black girlfriends that lived around to corner. They ate corn bread and we didn't. Good experience. I also learn about differences through my father. I remember having a Chinese boyfriend in 3rd grade and my father was very upset. He perhaps did not explain it well but the point he was making was that he is Asian and should stay with his own kind. He continued to explain black with black, white with with, Asian with Asian. That was one of those milestone memories you have during the course of your life that shape you. How do I feel about it now? I married a Filipino but never had my parents meet his parents so I was afraid of what my father felt.
I felt growing up to be pretty independent. Always doing my own thing, but somewhere in my life the fear I had of my father was enough to keep me in line. I'm sorry for that today, I wish he could have been more loving and able to discuss his feeling with me. I would have liked to have known more about my dad, what he had done, where he had been, what he did in the Navy. I must have been shut down early about asking questions cause even today I don't ask many questions. For one I don't want to appear stupid and two I'm afraid of being made fun of. Low self esteem from someone that wasn't afraid to step out and be the leader. Today, I'm just in the background and prefer to be that way. Til next time when we begin to look at sexual assult and how if effected me later in life.
I was born Sindi Angela Uribe in Oakland California in the Oakland Hospital on October 7, 1951. I already have 4 older brothers and sisters from my fathers first marriage. They are Bernard Uribe Jr, Barbara, Alexander and Anita. At this writing my brother Alex had committed suicide in Sept. 2007 and has been gone, but more on other the family members later. I also have an older brother Gary and a younger sister Princess. I would say my childhood was normal but I don't think my family had much and we were poor, but I was happy and didn't know the difference. I got hand me downs, I had a loving family, my dad was very generous to us second generation kids and I just didn't know any different. My mother has always worked as a hair dresser and I remember that I wanted her to stay home like other kids mom, but she worked. My dad was self employed doing cement work with his father and later my brothers, but the boys didn't like the work and quit.
During the early years age 0-5 I would say I have few recollections accept that I spent a lot of time with my mother parents, my Nana and Nano. I remember more about that time with them than with my own house. I loved them, played in the back yard where they had their own vegetables, played in the front on this thing I thought was a slide, but my grandmother would always want me to stop. My mom would tell me she was very protective of us kids. They lived in a part of Oakland that many Italians settled when coming from Italy. Both my grandparent came to America, I believe they met here and married. They came from different villages and probably because of work and the possibility of a new life they came to America. Anyway my Aunt Inez was born in 1916 and my mother in 1919. I have done a lot of work on Ancestry.com to trace my family. Go there and find more information about this side of my family if interested.
I remember going with my Nana and Nano to shop. Stopping to talk with other Italians. I unfortunately didn't understand what they were saying, but we managed to communicate. I was very close with them and their love for me was an important part of my life and who I am. My Nana was a good cook, the house had a basement where she made her own pasta, ravioli and canning. I remember spending time with her there in the basement. My Nano would work in the back yard, but my mom told me he worked in the fish market in downtown Oakland. I don't remember seeing him there, but maybe he was retired by then. Playing, eating, counting my money in my piggy bank and always spending Xmas Eve with them are my greatest memories. They died in 1961 & 62 and I was only 10 and that was a big loss for me. I went to their funerals not totally understanding death. But I guess that's when I learned.
When I began school I attended E. Morris Cox elementary school in Oakland, California. I lived not far from the San Leandro border near E. 14th St, now call International Blvd. Cox was located on 98th Ave and San Leandro Blvd. Great school and I can remember seeing my brother Gary 4 years ahead at school. We had a diverse student body and I've always appreciated the differences between people and nationalities. I had a couple of black girlfriends that lived around to corner. They ate corn bread and we didn't. Good experience. I also learn about differences through my father. I remember having a Chinese boyfriend in 3rd grade and my father was very upset. He perhaps did not explain it well but the point he was making was that he is Asian and should stay with his own kind. He continued to explain black with black, white with with, Asian with Asian. That was one of those milestone memories you have during the course of your life that shape you. How do I feel about it now? I married a Filipino but never had my parents meet his parents so I was afraid of what my father felt.
I felt growing up to be pretty independent. Always doing my own thing, but somewhere in my life the fear I had of my father was enough to keep me in line. I'm sorry for that today, I wish he could have been more loving and able to discuss his feeling with me. I would have liked to have known more about my dad, what he had done, where he had been, what he did in the Navy. I must have been shut down early about asking questions cause even today I don't ask many questions. For one I don't want to appear stupid and two I'm afraid of being made fun of. Low self esteem from someone that wasn't afraid to step out and be the leader. Today, I'm just in the background and prefer to be that way. Til next time when we begin to look at sexual assult and how if effected me later in life.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Final Trip
This will be my last Bowl trip with the band. Physically it's just very hard on my body. My body is so stiff, my knees don't bend, my hands and fingers don't work as they once did. I'm afraid my feet will swell up and add to my walking problems. I'm nervous about this trip, but I have committed and I'm going.
Tim has a really busy schedule and I'm going to pick and choose the things I can do. The big day if Friday. We have rehearsal at 8am, then off the Bogus Basin for hours of snow till 3pm. Then upon return the pep band will play then the rest of the band is going to a hockey game to play the National Anthem and again during the break. They are walking to the Arena and this is a challenge. I think I will pass on the Hockey and go to the snow. I can always walk to the Lodge and just hang out there. Saturday is game day with early rehearsal, lunch at the bus, game then dinner at the bus again. I'm suppose to fly back with Jennifer, Tim wife on the charter. Tough to be in two places, feeding the band and finding my flight buddies. I'll just play it by ear.
I hope this trip goes well, I did go last year, but I had my own vehicle. This year I'm on the bus. It's all good, they will just have to be patient with me and I'll just have to push myself a little more than usual. Go Dogs!
The bus leave at 11pm tonight and will get into Boise on Thursday after a few stops for lunch and rehearsal should pull into the hotel around 5 pm. We return following the Northern Illinois game around 8pm Saturday. I hope it doesn't rain or snow, or it could be a cold trip. More on this trip when I return. Til then...
Tim has a really busy schedule and I'm going to pick and choose the things I can do. The big day if Friday. We have rehearsal at 8am, then off the Bogus Basin for hours of snow till 3pm. Then upon return the pep band will play then the rest of the band is going to a hockey game to play the National Anthem and again during the break. They are walking to the Arena and this is a challenge. I think I will pass on the Hockey and go to the snow. I can always walk to the Lodge and just hang out there. Saturday is game day with early rehearsal, lunch at the bus, game then dinner at the bus again. I'm suppose to fly back with Jennifer, Tim wife on the charter. Tough to be in two places, feeding the band and finding my flight buddies. I'll just play it by ear.
I hope this trip goes well, I did go last year, but I had my own vehicle. This year I'm on the bus. It's all good, they will just have to be patient with me and I'll just have to push myself a little more than usual. Go Dogs!
The bus leave at 11pm tonight and will get into Boise on Thursday after a few stops for lunch and rehearsal should pull into the hotel around 5 pm. We return following the Northern Illinois game around 8pm Saturday. I hope it doesn't rain or snow, or it could be a cold trip. More on this trip when I return. Til then...
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