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, September 5, 2011

Equal Time...

...for the Dem's.  And no, I'm not pandering to my liberal friends.  I'm sure I offended them with my political rant yesterday.  I hate right-wingers, too.  In the immortal words of Ronald Reagan, "It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first."  And yes, I know that RR was conservative.  But he was honest.  And he loved his wife.

But I digress.  I belong to the IDGAF party.  Actually, I really do care about important issues.  But I'm cynical, too.  I don't believe it matters what I think.  Sure, I vote.  For the big elections, anyway.  If the weather's nice.  Just kidding.  Kinda.

Speaking of nice weather, OMG, it is so incredibly, amazingly, cool.  It's something crazy like in the 70s.  I  can open my windows.  Golly, the fresh air smells so good.  I love this time of year.  I wonder if the hurricane caused this.  Talk about a dark cloud with a silver lining.

My friend L, who lives in Gulf Shores, seems to be surviving.  My heart breaks for her.  Her momma died a little over a week ago, a few days before her birthday.  Like poor Deb.  Hers was six days after Mother died.  I missed it.  She did, too, I think.  What a blur.  Thank god we're through it.  Almost.  I have fewer than six weeks to write thank you notes.  That reminds me.  Why doesn't anyone know when to say "fewer" v. "less."  They almost always say the latter.  But I'm in a glass house.  It seems like I don't know the difference between the objective and nominative case.  As in, "She's less political than me."  I think that is nominative and I should use "I" instead of "me."  I guess I do that (hopefully, not any longer) because I hate it when people say "I" instead of "me" when it's the objective case.  Or "she" and "her."  Or when they say "their" instead of "his or her."  But I am clueless about hyphenation, and commas, and I abuse ellipses and parenthesis.  Oh, one last peeve and I'll finish the grammar lesson.  Why, oh why, do people say "quote, unquote" with nothing in between?  Maybe it's ok to do at the end of the sentence.  I'm not sure.  One thing I know, though, is that I'd rather see them do the finger quote thing than say, "quote, unquote."  Oh, well.

The politics.  I care.  Lots.  And I'm actually quite liberal when it comes to some social issues.  But I don't follow party lines.  At all.  And I'll be the first to admit that I'm influenced by my vocation, and my avocation, which I liberally call "investing."  And my tax bracket.  Not that it's all that high.  But still.

As for the aforementioned "socialists" (wow, I'm abusing the quotation marks today), I'd be remiss if I didn't say that some of my favorite people are liberal.  Which is why I refuse to argue with them.  When they start in on politics, I sing a little song in my head.  If you substitute, "I don't give a fuck" with "Row, Row, Row your Boat," it works nicely.  And it helps me smile.  Oh, if they have a sense of humor, I say, "I voted for Sarah Palin because I liked her hair.  And who doesn't love a good makeover?  Her handlers did amazing things."  Usually, they just reply, "You voted for Sarah Palin??????"

Well, I should get busy.  I'm going to make venison chili now.  And load some shit for Goodwill in my car.  Try to get rid of at least one box on the carport.  Practice my guitar with my new CD-ROM.  Play with my watercolors (love the resist!)  Open every window in this entire house.  And pick JoJo up at the airport this afternoon.  She's off pursuing her long-distance lover, who happens to be 550 miles away, too.  In the opposite direction of FF.  Whom I miss. 

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