Three Day Malay

So where I do I begin. Well eating has been off. I did okay until yesterday and had cocktails and then a steak sandwich, some ice cream and chips. It was the sheer volume of food plus the beers and my tummy did not react well. Enough said. Monday I had eggs and a grilled cheese and chicken. At least I can cook while I am dog sitting because eating out all the time just plain sucks. Dave and I have been splitting meals so that does help with expense and calories.

I talked at length with Tess. I learned that we are actually half sisters. Same mother, different father. I was the only one who was adopted out. They were told early on that I had died of a hole in my heart. Tess learned around 7 years old that I had not died but had been given up for adoption. My birth name was Renee Marie Waldrip. Mother was Sandra Waldrip. Father, apparently was Bruce Smith. There were two men that signed off on my adoption so I assume one was Smith and the other was Waldrip.

Tess has 4 children, 3 girls and 1 boy. Candace is the oldest and she is 25 and actually lives in the area so we plan on getting together. Olivia her youngest daughter is now actually following my blog and left a comment here. Candace and Olivia and I are also friends of Facebook. Mind boggling isn't it? I also found another relative through Ancestry.com

I haven't had the opportunity to tell my mom that I have discovered all this info and that I have spoken to my bio family. I just want to make sure her feelings don't get hurt. Which reminds me, when I turned 21 my mom wrote a card in calligraphy for me and this is what it said:

Not breast of my breast

Nor bone of my bone

But still miraculously my own

Never forget for a single minute

You didn't grow under my heart but in it

Hope you all had a safe and happy 4th. I sprained my toe getting out of the jacuzzi on Saturday and it is all black and blue. I wonder if I will be able to wear my work shoes. We'll see... Until next time...