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, August 12, 2011

Across the Miles

FF is sooo far away.  So when he pisses me off, I can't hit him.  If I cry, he doesn't see my tears.  I've been told that I "cry pretty."  Damn.  He won't Skype when he's mad.  In fact, lately, he doesn't want to Skype at all.  What's up with that?  I think it's that Garage Band.  He's got groupies.  I'm just the girl in his home port.  So when he comes to town for Thanksgiving, I'll be waiting.  Or not.

The Daddler almost passed out tonight.  I put him to work in the kitchen.  All of a sudden, he got wobbly.  I grabbed him and practically carried him to his recliner.  He said he was ok.  Got mad at me.  I gave him fresh purple hull peas, buttermilk cheddar cornbread, cucumber tomato salad, and fresh sliced peaches.  And he was mean to me.  I can take it.  I called Deb and put her on the line.  He bitched about me.  Typical.

The good thing is that JoJo isn't pushing me to go to Salsa dancing tonight.  She has out of town company.  I bought some random bottles of red wine and asked her to stop by on her way home from work.

I don't have my usual Saturday afternoon client meeting, so I can stay up late and sleep late.  Put it off.

On that note, I'm going to go find some way to... forget about my troubles...

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