Well, I had in interesting weekend of trying to call my dad. Sat down with the phone yesterday, only to find that the number my sister gave me was wrong. I called my uncle to get it, but he wasn't in. Today I tried an old cell # I had listed for my dad back in '98- comparing it to the one she gave me, the numbers were identical except for one. I didn't think it would work, though.. I seem to remember my sister calling me after I moved out, because she needed to get in touch with him. I gave her that number, but it was disconnected. Anyway, I tried it and got some guy named Don. LOL

Well, I call my uncle again. Talk to him for a few minutes, then he gives me my sister. She tells me what it is, and sure enough it's the same number as I had from '98. Well wtf? I started thinking maybe I wasn't meant to call him.. maybe it's a scam to keep me from calling... maybe it was intentional I was given a bad number. I dunno. Anyway, so after I get off the phone with her I try the "correct" number again. Ok.. get my dad's voice mail. Now it's almost 10:30 here. I can't go to sleep as usual, because every damn night I just have the same shit eating away at my brain.. mostly the past. I figured it would make me feel better to try calling him one more time. Still the voice mail. Oh well. I'll just try again next weekend.

As for how he's doing, the only thing I really learned today is that he weighs 5 pounds more than I do. (The last time I was weighed - granted, I just had a baby - I was 135). Do you know how disturbing that is??