Ok , I'm not usually one for journalling. I like to keep everything hidden. If it's not written down I don't have to admit to it, whatever it might be. You think by my age I would be used to my bi-polar psycho mom, but no, here I am wound up at 2:23 am writing in a journal. On Saturday, psycho and I had a lovely chat. As a result I'm sending her one of my dolls. In one of the groups I'm in we were talking about dolls that have been done to death and my pet hate is the goddess doll . You know the blobby fatassed ones mimicking the Willendorf goddess. I'm pagan and I think the goddess could be shown in so many different ways. By picking up 1 crappy art history book the whole doll world would change overnight. Anyway, as a joke a couple of us made some goddess dolls, but tried to make them different from the usual thing. Mine was kind of a goddess/ dammit doll (dammit dolls are little cookie cutter dolls that come with a poem about taking the doll by the legs and smacking it against something til the stuffing comes out. And you yell dammit while doing this. ) Sort of a stress pinata. So my goddess come with a little beaded whip and well, it's obvious isn't it? All this is going somewhere don't worry. I got the you're a rotten un caring child lecture about how I never cared about her(Ilived at home until I was 26 taking care of her). I was a bad influence on my youngest brother and let him be gay.I love my brother whatever he does or is end of discussion. (I was 12 when he was born and did the best I could as a surrogate mom.) With her families history of mental illness, he was lucky all he got was gay. (My middle brother and I are adopted, we missed out on the urine filled gene pool. )Not many people can boast of a close family relation who chose to kill herself in a mental hospital's cesspool. There are other charming stories too scary to go into. So enough whining, one pot shot on Saturday was that I gave my brothers dolls I had made while She and my dad got a painting my husband had done. Well, Mogodore J. Bivovac is my husband and if you look at his work you'll know that that painting could not have been a shitty gift. So I'm packing up my goddess doll for it's trip to Ohio. I haven't decided if I'll send the whip, but I definitely won't be telling her what the doll really is. An Ass Goddess to placate a pain in the ass.