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...

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Doing Nothing, Part II

I wound up playing with my watercolors last night.  So much fun.  Time flies when you're having fun.  My sleep hygiene is horrible.  I'm not sure when I turned out the light, but I didn't wake up until 8:30.  So based on my fucked up circadian rythm, it had to be at least 5:00 when I finally met Mr. SandMan.

I probably would've gone back to sleep if not for CBS Sunday Morning.  I love, love, love that show.  Today they interviewed Keith Richards.  I'm sure you know that Captain Jack Sparrow is based on him.  So appropriate.  You gotta love him.  He's honest.  At least it seems that way.

After my fave show, Face the Nation came on.  I watched it for a few minutes.  Wish I hadn't.  I'm dreading the election.  Especially since I seem to find myself surrounded by socialists.  One of these days I'm going to lose it and tell them to shut the fuck up and move to a Kibbutz.  Seriously.  No MiracleGro for these assholes.

Since I'm in a tailspin, I'll close.  Head to the kitchen and cook for The Daddler.  I printed a recipe for Al Roker's chili.  I have ground venison thawing in the fridge.  I think I have all the other ingredients.  He will be beside himself.  Maybe I'll try the Jacob & Esau thing and make him cut the Emotional Vampire out of the will before I give him the porridge.  Or not.  Believe me, I've thought about it a thousand times.  Mother would've done it if she'd seen how things went.  But that's neither here nor there.


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