Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Nausea Returns...

...but not from the flu bug. It's because I turned the TV on to catch Castle at 9:00 with seven excruciating minutes remaining on The Bachelor.

And the fact that my head is now clear enough to smell the skunk chair. I give up. It's going to the curb tomorrow.

Actually, I'm happy to report that I survived the night and woke up this morning with a new will to live. The cough syrup with codeine is nectar of the gods. Sarita was here bright and early, The D was happy, all was right with the world.

But first, I have to vent my spleen about The Bachelor. 1) How many seasons has this ass been on this show? 2) Is he the same one as the fake pilot who was such a douche-bag? Can't remember the reasons why, but I do recall seeing the carnage on the People magazine covers in the check-out line. 3) What the FUCK is wrong with the gaggle of humanoids who lack Y chromosomes and fight each other like pit bulls to get a fuckin' rose? I'm sorry, but I simply cannot bear to call them "women." Desperate, pathetic leeches with no lives, pride, shame or self-worth is more like it. I could go on and on, but really and truly, I'm about to throw up in my mouth.

Forget all that. I'm gonna try to.

Well, I started this out intending to write a very different post, but that idiotic show derailed me. Since a friend suggested I add an appropriate picture to yesterday's vomit-themed post, I think I'll do that here, and then close the chapter on all things emesis-related...
P.S. Never do a Google image search for vomit. P.P.S. This isn't bad - it looks just like sausage pizza.


  1. Yah, a sausage pizza with alopecia.

  2. Hi PDD,

    Thanks for your insight. I prefer my pizzas sans hair - so alopecia is a good thing! But I'm not sure what the black things are. I'm sure you can come up with something imaginative. Hopefully, not involving larvae.

    Excuse me while I go produce real, not plastic vomit.

    All the best.

  3. Funny. I just noticed that alopecia rhymes with pizza! Also, embarrassed to admit this, but it just dawned on me why Geico uses a gekko in its ads. Same thing - the sound of the words. Squawk Box is on and Becky Quick and Warren Buffett were talking about the Geico Gekko.

    Wow, P-Dog, you and my buddy Buffy got it goin' on!