Saturday

For years people have been telling me to write a story of my life. I guess now is as good a time as any. I would probably have to go back a few year before I was born to really give an accurate portrayal of my psycho family. Some names may be changed in this so that I am not in any trouble. This is my remembering of MY life...so don't get your panties in a wad if you know other facts that I don't or if I remember something different than someone else.

My mother (Theresa Ruth I.)comes from a family of 4, my father (Brian O.)comes from a very large family. My mother has been married a total of four times, my father (God rest his soul) was married 8 times. My mother was married at a young age and they had a little girl (would have been my sister) she died of SIDS at two months. Then my mother was with husband #2 and they adopted a child, when my mother left that husband she also left that child. Then my mother met my father, she was 31 and he was 51 (I have no idea how many times he had already been married at this point. I just know he had one daughter that was the same age as my mother), nine months later out pops ME- Barbara Louise O. (I have always hated my name, I found out my mom wanted to name me Jennifer Ann. My fathers favorite sister, who passed at an earily age was named Barbara...therefore I am Barbara).

I was born in San Luis Obispo, I went home to Salinas, Ca. Shortly after I was born my father married my mother. I obvously don't remember any of this, I just know that from what both my father and my mother told me that my father owned several business and my mother smaoked, drank and ran around. I was about 1 1/2 when my parents divorced. I had my great grandmother living with me--she was the absolute light of my life. I adored that woman more than any other person on the face of the earth. My grandma was raising me while my mother was out partying.