My brother died 12 years ago today. I'll never forget the phone ringing at 12:30 that morning. It was my mother. She struggled to tell me. I knew.
I've been so busy, and in the throes of infatuation, that I don't have the time or inclination to mope.
Major cluster fuck with computers and stupid new cell phone.
D is fed and happy, so I'm gonna head to bed soon. Damn, it's just 6:00. Another tornado siren, black sky, major wind and rain. Better go pick up my ferns. I hope to hell I can buy some heavy pots tomorrow.
Lots more to tell, but I'm in no mood.
All for now...
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...