I've said it many times before, but I'll say it again. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. Of course, Janis Joplin said it first. I suppose. And in case you don't know, IDGAF is short for I Don't Give A Fuck. Gotta love it.
I tend to be passionate about things, and sometimes I lose perspective about what's really important. I can get fixated on small things. I've often thought that when a wife gets bent out of shape over a husband who leaves the cap off the toothpaste or doesn't put the toilet seat down, there's something insidious going on. It's a symptom of a deeper problem.
So, here I am. Blogging about nothing. I had lunch with one of my favorite people today. My girl, D - the brunette Ellie Mae. Great 2 hour lunch at Amerigo's. Our regular place. It's funny. She's so beautiful, but totally unaware of it. I love it when we walk through the restaurant (big biz crowd), and the men's heads are swivelling. I bask in her glow.
We had a great talk. Analyzed the sitch w/ FF. Which is neither here nor there. He's been somewhat elusive lately. We'll chalk that up to being busy. Or not. That's where the IDGAF thing comes in handy. I do care, but I don't. And that's where the 550 miles isn't such a bad thing.
All of a sudden, I'm very tired. My belly button is infected, but my knee is better. It's always something. I've been called high-maintenance. I'm beginning to think that's a possiblity. Wonder if Dude is up to that?
Too bad he's not here to tend to my navel...
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...