Green Ice Cream

Gotta love the Holidays. Lately I've been trying to stay in touch with my dad. Keep him updated on my life and such. I'm starting to think that might not be such a good idea. When I told him about Jack, he warned me that the guys I was going for were too old and I shouldn't be going after these guys. What he doesn't understand is that it's not me going for them. I go for what ever goes at me. I'm like a lioness that has been starving for three weeks. I'll chase just about anything that wanders into my path. Is this healthy? No. am I being respectful to myself? No. but beggars can't be choosers.

Which makes me wonder- if I stopped begging, could I be more choosy? That's probably the point. and I think I'm slowly learning that. But anyway, back to my dad. I called him right after my date expecting him to get angry and tell me how ridiculous that guy was and how he would kick his but all the way to Nicaragua or somewhere like that if he ever saw him. You know what he said? He said, "good." Good? Really dad? Your daughter was just publicly humiliated. I was flabbergasted. "Good? You really think that's a good thing?" Then he said, "No, I'm just glad you didn't have a good time because you shouldn't be dating such old guys. You need to date people your own age." Once again, I would love to date guys my own age. Next time you meet a 22-25 year old with a college degree that loves dogs and Chinese food and rain and hockey and music and... me... you let me know. (That's just the perfect guy... that's all.)

Anyway, back to the holidays. My aunt had Thanksgiving at her house, like always, and I was loving being around all my family. They're better than your family. I'm just going to throw that out there. Even though we're in our twenties, all of the cousins are still banished to the "kid table" Our cool Aunt Becky used to sit with us, but she out grew us when she got a boyfriend. But she still makes her "green ice cream" every year, so it's okay. Just to clarify, it isn't really ice cream. no one really knows what's in it, but it's the greatest thing ever and knowing the ingredients would just ruin the magic of it all. 

Believe it or not, this blog post was not meant to be all about my dad and green ice cream, but that's what it has turned into. Back to what I was previously talking about, I was getting ready to go and I had gone around and kissed everyone good bye, I over heard my dad talking to my Grammy in the kitchen. He said, "Chelsy has a problem with being attracted to older men. You need to talk to her about that." First of all Dad, if you want someone to talk to me about something, do it yourself. Second of all, do you really have to bring that up in front of the entire family? Thanks for that. I was humiliated. With the look on my grandma's face, you would have thought my dad had said I was attracted to serial killers and child molesters. I just denied everything, said it wasn't a big deal and left.  Luckily he waited to say something until I was about to leave. It wasn't a good thing.

I really am grateful for my family. All of them. My blood family and my many foster families. They've all been wonderful and given me so much love through the years. I'm grateful for all the men that have come in and out of my life, because I've learned something from every single one of them even if it was as simple as, "he's a jerk and I don't deserve to be treated like that." and I'm grateful for everyone that reads this sorry blog. It makes me feel better that I can share my stories with people and maybe make someone feel like they aren't the only one with a skeezy boyfriend.