Open-ended closure...

So, this week has been an interesting one for my family, without breaking our cardinal family rule ("What happens in this house stays in this house") I'll just say that we lost some family members while gaining many, many more. 

Anywho, during this process I raised a lot more questions internally than I have been able to answer, so I decided to present them to the blogosphere and maybe someone else would like to mull over it and get back to me.....

1- On the subject of closure...People are always talking about wanting closure. When a boyfriend/girlfriend suddenly decides to call it quits, the other party still feels the need to contact them one last time - in the name of closure - to see why it didn't work out. Or if a parent decides to walk out on their family - children and all - one of those affected children is bound to seek that parent out and find out why they left - in the name of closure.

But does seeking out closure really bring closure? Such a journey will surely bring more questions than satisfactory answers. If  at the end of your initial quest for closure you end up hungry for more instead of fulfilled, was the journey really worth it?  Should you have just left well enough alone? 

2- Skeletons in the closet...Everyone has a few bones in their closet, some people may even have a full fledged skeleton that some poor child in anatomy class would love to have when trying to learn all the bones of the body. 

Sometimes in relationships, old and new, people feel the need to share these bones with others. They reach back into the dark depths of their past, and bring out a bone and offer it up to someone in their life to chew on for a while.

In new relationships, it's best to start with a clean slate, but once you've been in a relationship for a while (be it boyfriend/girlfriend, mother/daughter, father/son, husband/wife...you get the picture) when does it become too late to share certain secrets?

At what point does sharing a secret stop being about being for the receiver's benefit and more about the giver hoping to soothe a guilty conscious? Is it wrong for the giver to benefit from the exchange more than the receiver? When is TMI really too much information?

When, if ever, should you slap a padlock on your closet of bones, throw away the key and commit to taking those secrets with you to the grave?

*****This is just the tip of my mental iceberg, but I don't want to overload the world with my personal thoughts....

Ping, pop and porn

I have the worst luck with vehicles. This the second vehicle that I have paid off and the second time that something has gone dramatically wrong a week after I pay it off. 

My first car, was a 1989 Chevy Blazer, a.k.a. the Heavy Chevy. It was very old school, but I loved it to death because it was my first car and I paid it off myself. I always said that I would keep that car forever, but apparently the univ

erse had other plans for me. A week after I made my last payment, my friend Dre asked me to give him a ride to work. So I head over to his house, still in my pj's and scoop him up. Halfway there, somebody's grandma decided to pull out from a stop sign and side swipe my car. My radiator was busted, windshield cracked, and passenger side door jammed shut. It was fixable, but because the cost of the repairs were so high and Kelly Blue Book said my car had such a 

low value, the insurance company decided that my baby was totaled. It was a very sad day...I still have the Chevy emblem from the front and old tag in my memory box....

Anywho, I made my last payment on my latest vehicle last week. I w

as driving back from a FABULOUS weekend in Charlotte with

 my girls when I

 heard this pinging noise. 

Immediately after I heard that, my steering wheel started locking up. Luckily I was near an exit, so I got off and pulled into this L'il Cricket Food Store. As soon as I turned my car off, and popped the hood, steam started blowing out of the left side of my hood and anti-freeze squirted fro

m somewhere onto my tire. 

A quick excuse, where am I to this guy that was walking past my car revealed that I was stranded in Bowman, SC. 

This was around 6 p.m. I sat there for like 15 minutes pondering my options. I remembered that my mom had AAA, so I called her to make sure her membership was current, alas it was not ("I don't go anywhere, so I really didn't see the point in paying it anymore" *sigh*)

So my mom calls her friend, who's husband used to be a tow truck driver to see if he could find someone to come and get me at a reasonable rate. Well the best th

ey could find was someone who wanted $400 just for the privilege of coming to get me. So clearly I said, thanks but no thanks. I mean $400 just to tow my car home and Lord knows how much else to fix it? That was soooooooo not in the budget. 

So I called my friend Greg who happened to be home on leave to come pick me up. Thankfully he agreed, but unfortunately he was 3 hours away. 

In the meantime I was stuck in my car, in between gas station/truck driver rest area and porn store...makes for some very interesting but creepy scenery. Meanwhile, after making a couple of trips inside the store, this random slightly developmentally delayed man decided that he needed to keep checking up on me and bringing these random non-mechanics to my car to look at my engine...sweet, but creepy and aggravating 

at the same time. 

Finally my ride arrive a little after 10 and so I'm back in Brunswick, but the Jeep is still stranded in Bowman....