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...
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Clarification - I Don't Give Up
I'm a cynic. Skeptical. A realist. Most of the time. I attribute it to my years spent as an auditor. A big part of my job was to verify. Just to be clear, I wasn't an IRS auditor and my clients liked me. Really. They were happy to see me. Well, almost all of them. Because I wasn't on a witch hunt. I just did my work to test the system and transactions, to verify. To be sure there were internal controls in place. And when clients are honest, they have nothing to hide and they don't mind being audited. Especially by an auditor as pleasant and fun as I was. Still, I had to be objective and exercise professional skepticism. To question things. To discern excuses from reasons. To get proof.
All this being said, I keep trying to embrace his good advice: Live in the moment. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done. Especially when the moment isn't particularly pleasant.
So, I'll reserve the right to vent my spleen through this blog. It's therapeutic for me. And part of that is being able to be open and honest about my feelings. And in case you haven't read enough to notice a pattern, I'll tell you that my angst-ridden rants are tempered by some joyful, funny, optomistic posts. I hope it's clear that I'm grateful for my life. I wouldn't change places with anyone on earth.
And I'm so happy to have Mr. Man in my life, in spite of the 550 miles between us. Because he makes me laugh. What more could you want in a FF? And a tiny bit of Fantasy isn't really a bad thing. As long as it doesn't stop me from living in the moment...
Posted by Carol at 6:42 AM