in some past entries lately, you’ll see a bunch of comments from Mitchie. That’s my oldest brother. He thinks he’s funny. We try not to disillusion him otherwise. Especially since he’s really tall and an x-probation officer. He used to like to demonstrate to my other siblings how best to cuff a suspect by using me, the youngest, as the suspect.
This included slamming me to the ground in the basement of our house (indoor/outdoor carpet over concrete OWE!!) and/or slamming me face first into the post down there that held up the ceiling. When I complained to my mom? “Did he draw blood? Then I’m not getting involved.” Which was always her response when us kids fought.
There are, you see 6 of us. We are a blended family, steps, not blood, but we treat each other like blood. This means we fight. Sometimes a lot.
So with my steps, I am the youngest of 7, between my dad’s remarriage and my mom’s. And all of us are married. So that’s 14. And a good many of us have kids. That’s 12. So my immediate family, including my steps, parents, sibs, nieces/nephews? is 32 people.
My nieces/nephew range in age from Mitch’s oldest, who will be 20 in October and is at University to my sister Tracy’s twins, who are going to be 4 in June. Oh, and I have a great nephew. I think he’s just over 1.
So there are a lot of us. And we live all over the US (except me, I live in the UK!). Maybe we’ll all get together again someday. Then again, maybe not…
i know i’m funny. you’ve hurt my feelings. on a more serious note, i need to defend myself against your slanderous and clearly false allegations regarding what you portray to be episodes of physical abuse i committed in “cuffing” demonstrations. i may have cuffed you as you were interested in “police” things. i never slammed you into the floor or into a post. your reference to “and/or” indicates your recollection is fuzzy at best. i never slammed bad guys into anything much less a younger sister. (okay, there was that one time with the psycho drug dealer…but that’s another story). i had no idea you ratted me out to your mom. i should have slammed you into the floor for that (oops). regarding your mother’s response, i learned very early on not to leave blood or permanent marks. by the way, you seem to have strong memories of being cuffed. maybe there’s something more to your response than you’re letting on. liked it a little, you wild child?