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, July 18, 2011

Illegitimi non carborundum

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

After a rude call from The Daddler's sister today, I was more than a little agitated. She's a pathological homeopath. I heard him trying to spell the prescription his urologist had given him. I'm sure she was going to research it and tell him to substitute Saw Palmetto or some other form of snake oil. I snatched the phone out of his hand and spelled it for her and asked if she needed the doctor's contact information. I told her I didn't appreciate the way her family had treated me and she said she had no idea what I was talking about and I said, "Never mind, here's Daddy." I handed the phone to him, and lurked around a little, enough to hear him say, "She takes pretty good care of me."

Fuck that bitch.

I had a good cry. I want to run, but my knee feels a little fragile, so I think I'll skip today. Maybe I'll go cry some more. I have a feeling if I finish reading Owen Meany, that'll happen. Not sure I'm up for it.

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