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...

Friday, April 29, 2011

Mixed Messages

Do I send them? I told you the whole Kevin/David/Fred saga yesterday. I think maybe Fred likes me.

See, since I have my sights set on FF, I don't notice other men. I'm pretty obtuse in that area anyway. When I'm not interested, at least. So when I offer a plumber a blow job if he can fix my leak, I figure he knows I'm kidding. I AM kidding. I'd never do that. A hand job, maybe. Eeewww. What is wrong with me?!

Sex is not currency. Not even for health insurance.

Damn. This blog is all wrong. Back to Fred.

My phone rang today and I didn't recognize the number. Since I was with the Sprint man, I ignored it. Love the one you're with - that's my philosophy. He was downloading my data and slapped my had when I went for the USB port to answer. I swear - how in the hell did I take 578 pictures?

I left there $250 poorer with some kind of Iron Man 3 machine of a phone. It's worth it though. Sarita said I sound crystal clear. Now maybe FF won't accuse me of mumbling. And hopefully I won't have to press my head against the glass in the bay window to have a convo.

Oh, back to Fred. I had a voice mail from him. Just checking on me. Making sure I wasn't having any more problems. Oh, my. Is it normal for plumbers to make follow up calls? The lady from Comcast does.

I'm kinda glad I missed Fred's call. And that he didn't ask me to call back. And that I made it through the week, it's Friday night, no client meetings this weekend, I have a mostly mowed lawn and clean wet hair and cotton pajamas. A Daddy who heated up his own pizza and a cat who hasn't thrown up in two days. A bed I can get into. And a room of my own.

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