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The familial crisis consisted of two parts; one major, one minor.

The major one was my mum and granddad talking for the first time in 18 years. From what mum's said, he realises what a jerk he's been in completely denying he ever had children, let alone grandchildren, and especially the whole mess about him and grandma's divorce settlement.

I know he's done horrible things to my mother and ucle, things my mum says she can never forgive him for, and yes, he's ignored me for most of my life, but I'm over that, I've forgiven him, and now I have no idea how to feel towards him. I prolly will go to se them, same as the boys, but I'm nervous about that, and I never tought I'd be. Mum told him about my hair and stuff, and says he reacted well to it -- much to her surprise. BUt ... I am more than likely going to end up telling him I'm lesbian. I've never been frightened to tell anyone that. It wasn't an issue with my parents [or at least so I tought]; I knew my grandmother, while she might have problems with it, would accept me for who and what I am ¹; I knew my brothers wouldn't care; I know my coworkers won't care much. But him, he's Catholic, and well, old, and I have no idea what his stance on this is. And yet, he's a stranger, so why the fuck to I care what he thinks of me?

The minoir part was me and my mum having an argument about my driving license. I finally put my foot down and said look, I'm not getting it, not now. I hate every inute I drive, and my driving instrcutor's fucking told me I shouldn't do this if I feel this bad about it, and that it'd cost me a fortune in driving lessons before I'd be ready to take and pass the exam. And I don't need a car or a driving license. She finally accepted it, much to my surprise. She did say I'd have to tell my dad myself, though, but hopefully he'll understand this is my life, as he did with the tatt and the labret.

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Grandfathers. Pfft. My paternal one's coming to visit (and bringing his brother -- I've never met any of the Young family, other than my uncle, aunt, grandfather, a second cousin named Dean, and my great-grandmother) on a motorcycle this summer. After the maternal one gave me twenty dollars and my younger brother some nasty-ass deer jerky, for Christmas, I waited for the family to move outside into the snowy cold for smoking and goodbyes before getting in his face and telling him that he meant jackshit to me.

So, yeah, I have no comforting words for you on that, but I do think that you're right in not bothering with a license if it's so much trouble. I couldn't survive without one, not in rural Tennessee, but you're in a much more urban and accessible area. Plus, licenses are quite easy to get in this state, and only cost $20 total.

This "Time After Time": they played that at Nashville; would you happen to know where the recording you heard was made? If it's MP3, could you direct me to it somehow?

(I wouldn't doubt it was Nashville, considering how security was absolutely lax. I walked in with a container of mace in my hands, and Candace had a camera on her *wrist*.)

They're rather expensive here, especially since I didn't pass the first time after learning from my mum, so now I have to take lessons. One of the reasons they're pushing so hard is because it's about to become more expensive, but even that won't make it more expensive than all the lessons I'd have to take now just to get over my fear. I think that got through to her. </cynic>

Oh, and re: TAT -- I found it on AG. It rawks. Ag, that is, but so does the song. And MB 20 in general.

Thanks. So do I.

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