My life has been soo freaking crazy. As far back as I can remember, it was always just...... FULL. Tons of family always over and nothing but chaos. Being the youngest of 8 children isn't easy. My oldest brother is 21 years older than me. The next is 20, then 18. My sister and my best friend is 14 years older. The next brother is 11 years older, then 10, then 6. I was kind of an OOPS!! My oldest brother got married when I was only about 2. I don't remember it at all, but I still have the basket I carried as the flower girl. Apparently I cried a lot so when the next brother got married, I only had a matching outfit and wasn't in it. (Darn) I was 3 when my first niece was born. Her and her sister were my best friends for YEARS!!!! They also had a son while I remember them living in Arizona for a while. Then San Diego before moving in with us at our house in Carson for a while. Then they found a place in Wilmington and lived there til Mom and I moved to Utah.

My next brother used to have a house not too far from the beach. I remember being there for a party once. I slipped and fell and was crying in my Moms arms when he came up and told me to be quiet cuz I was being to loud. (Really?) The next house was a nice one on the corner of a street. They had 2 boys and a HUGE salt water tank. He had a '57 Chevy Nomad that became the bane of his existence. When they got divorced, he moved back in with us and she had the boys. His drinking got worse and he got into drugs. He spent a lot of time in the garage. One time, I guess the depression got to him too much and he decided to end it all. I was outside playing with some friends and my nieces. I was an Ewok!! I heard something from the garage and thought my brother was calling me, so I yelled back, "What?!" No answer, so I went back to playing. Then the noise again. So this time I got up and went over to the garage to see what he needed, thinking he was calling me. When I got to the garage, all I could do was scream. He was hanging from the rafters of the garage with a speaker wire. All I could think to do was scream for my mom. I started running into the house screaming for her, but she wasn't there!! Mom and Dad had gone grocery shopping and only my oldest brother and his wife were there. I don't remember much after getting into the house. My oldest took over and his wife held me after getting all the other kids into the house.

That's all I want to think about today.....