Alone laying here...

I am laying here getting ready for a good nights sleep. My husband laying next to me who always says it takes him "hours" to go sleep is snoring logs. Go figure. My daughter fast asleep in her room, my cat tucked in the hall bathroom with his nightly treat.
In between the snores, I hear the down pour of rain outside my window. I remember as a child many camping trips and vacations that I heard these familiar sounds once more. Mostly reminding me of a simpler time, of just being a kid.
I came from a loving home, strict but caring at least that what I grew up to believe. 
As I think back now I was a very sad and lonely child. I remember how I had to take care of myself by 2nd grade.
My father often left work at 3 or 4 in the mornings and my mother had to be to work by 6 am to be sure lunch was prepared and ready. School didn't start until 8am for me.
My mother would knock on the wall to my bedroom as she left..it was her way of saying goodbye and I love you without having to say the actual words. I would half awake yell goodbye and I loved her only to usually hear the click of the door as she left. Within a couple of months, I resorted to knocking back..why bother no one was listening. I broke down by third or fourth grade, I often awoke alone and begin to cry. I would cry and cry and not understand why. I would call my mother just crying telling her I was crying and I couldn't stop but I didn't know why. She tried to soothe me, she came home once to hug me and help me to school but like everything else I was on my own.
Back to being here to the present.. Even surrounded by my family, I still feel I am alone. This time the rain drops cover up the sound of my teardrops falling.

Just the beginning...

Hey,

I thought what the heck, I would start a blog. Seems some people are interested in what I have to say and do with some of my life so I thought blog it.

I am not sure really where to start. I guess I could start from the beginning. My maiden name is Dina Louise King. I was born June 27th, 1970 at the OLD Maryvale Hospital. Not the current one you see now it was actually the single story building that sits to north of the 4 story building now. My parent are Richard Gordon King and Donna Marie Scheinhider King. I believe I butchered my mother's maiden name, I am sure a family member will correct me on the spelling.

My family lived in the Maryvale Area of Phoenix which at one time was the "nice" part of town. Now a days I don't believe it can be considered that. I lived at 5327 W. Roanoke Ave until I was 18 years old. My childhood days are what most people consider the good old days. We could play outside all day, come and go into any one of our friends homes and never be questioned or would you have to worry. It was great being a kid to me. It was the better part of my life. I was thin and had energy and many people I considered my friends.

Both of my parents worked very hard. My father worked all hours of the day and night, many weekends and holidays were spent by my father working. He worked at Holsum Bakery for 35 years before he retired. My mother, on the other hand, worked only during the school year. I always thought she had the coolest job. She worked at Isaac School district school as a cafeteria cashier lady.

Working in the cafeteria back than was when the women actually COOKED what you ate. Nothing was packaged and ready to eat stuff. Everything was homemade, bread, cookies and the oven fried chicken. I loved to visit my mom and the other woman that worked there.

I went to several baby sitters while my parents were at work. One was my Aunt Janet. She was my father's only sister. She was stricken with polio as a child that left her with one of her legs much shorter that the other and she had to wear special shoes that helped even out her steps but she still had a limp. If I was to describe her she was a white Mrs. Jefferson,her hair and everything was like her.

The things I remember the most about time with my Aunt are many. She loved soap operas, she loved "One Life To Live" and "Young and Restless" I remember watching them still never understand the attraction to them. She collected Cats..Now, if anyone knows me, now you know who I got started collecting cat figurines, I have or had over 300 at one point in my life. I still have most of them but don't have a place to display them at this point. If any one is getting rid of a curio cabinet, I am interested. My Aunt love to make this most nasty breakfast food ever it was a poached egg, which I like but she but some type of tomato sauce all over it. It was so nasty took everything I had to eat it as a kid. She saw how fast, I would eat it (get rid off in my eyes) she would make it more just so I could enjoy it. OH my gosh. That was the thing when I grew up, you never complained about what you ate and you ATE EVERYTHING ON YOUR PLATE.  Something I hope NOT to instill into my daughter. Did you know just because the same starving children in Africa are still starving doesn't mean your child has to stuff themselves of food. I know this is a demon of mine. It is hard to walk away from a plate with food still on it. I will always struggle with that. Do you struggle with that too? What things have you done to try and change that behavior?

I have used smaller plates, smaller portions and I have made my husband put the servings on my plate just to avoid putting to much on. I split my food with others and I have even have gone as far as dropping my plate or my cup into my plate to "ruin" it just to AVOID over eating. I am addicted to food. If you all haven't figured that out by now this is my biggest enemy and my bestest friend.

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