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...

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Stick a Fork in Me... I'm Done.

Crazy day. No time to elaborate, but suffice it to say I have three months of blog fodder.

Outrageously expensive movers. So much for the friends and family discount. Maybe I'm paying a premium since the owner of the biz is the EX-husband of my good friend, and now that I think about it, he blamed their divorce on me. Said I told his malleable wife to leave him. Never mind the fact that she's one tough cookie.

Yesterday, my renter brought a nice college boy to old house to show him where she wanted him to put stuff for their move today. Sarita and Sheila had worked like maniacs and were getting ready to fly the coop, so I asked the kid if he could help ME pack and move. At least half of 21 years of accumulated shit was still at old house and the clock was ticking. He had some frat bro's who would help for beer and pizza. Oh, and $8/hour. Still, helluva lot cheaper than moving service. So now they've had plenty to eat and drink - they're on their way to get the last of the closet contents at old house.

The D is a shit. Bulimic cat is in hiding. Crouching around in defensive posture. So far, only one pile of vomit.

When everyone leaves, I'm gonna head to my EA (Enchanted Airie), take a hot bath, and try to clear a place on my bed. Never mind. I'll head down to the sofa...

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