I just looked up the word "stuff" and discovered it has 10 different meanings. It sounds slangy, but it's a legitimate word.

I've decided that I was adopted by my "parents". Oh, the proof is strong that I really wasn't, but there's evidence in my mind that indicates otherwise.

I know for a fact that I'm nothing like my father. I was never interested in cars or mechanics, not a carpenter, not the pianist he is, never a businessman/financial wizard, etc.

I'm not like my mother, either: religious, musical, noncynical and non-judgmental, sweet and loving and kind. That's not me. She taught school for 2 years and hated it. I loved my 33 yrs in the classroom. (Mom died in 2001)

Neither parent was outdoorsy--never camped or gardened (despite my mother being born and raised on a farm). They were both conservative Republicans.

So me being an atheistic Democrat with a college degree in science leads me to believe I just had to be adopted. I won't even begin to compare myself to my twin sisters ("sisters")!

Speaking of my family (real or adopted, lol), here's the latest scoop (for those that give a damn). I saw all three of my family members (sissies and dad) Fri. Extracted one's car from the snow (women drivers!). Tried to get them all together to quit antagonizing and compromise, but the girls had excuses. So I talked to my father alone. He's mighty happy living alone, but still miffed at being "run off". He thinks Barb "orchestrated" the whole thing--she denies it. So he has had the house appraised, and, consequently, written out a formal contract to be signed by her, stating who pays what in rental, utilities, insurance, and tax assessments. Dad insists it be a written document. He doesn't trust his own daughter (perhaps for good reason). She doesn't like what it's going to cost her, but she has no choice.
I have to agree with dad on this. She shouldn't be able to get away with living Scot-free in HIS house. She'll get most of it back when he dies--inheritance. And she can afford it. She's lived the past year rent free, with dad and with me.

I told them both, I'm tired of being the "middle man". I'm taking no sides. Leave me out of this from now on. I don't need the stress. I'm ready for a vacation! Enough "stuff".