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...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
So, the picture, in case you can't tell, is my annual homage to Elvis - a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I'm not a purist when it comes to that, though. I use wheat bread (not white) and I don't grill it in butter. And I didn't mash up the bananas.
JoJo stopped by last night and we had a little ceremony of sorts. The Daddler refused to participate. Just as well. J and I talked trash. About our LDRs. Long Distance Relationships. Funny that we both find ourselves in one. We talk about doing a blog. Anonymously.
Mine has gotten me into trouble. Seems that public blog posts carry more weight than personal emails. Soooo, if we do a blog re LDRs, we have to swear to secrecy. Of course, that's how I started this stupid thing. I'm such an open book. Particularly when alcohol is involved. Or not. That's me.
Melencholy. Baby. Maybe...
Posted by Carol at 2:47 PM