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...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Life is Good
In keeping with my other post-vacay blogs, I'm just going to list the things I want to remember. There are plenty of them. Here goes...
Happening on a little diner with a great breakfast - right in the middle of all the touristy places with lines out the door. Eating nothing but Thai seasoned cashews, Trader Joe's peanut butter cups and garlic-stuffed olives for three days straight. Craving fruit on day four. Buying mood rings and seashells at the cool souvenir shop. Wearing the mood rings and competing for the best mood. Loving on Shane - the sweetest red-headed golden retriever in the world. Jumping in the hot tub before heading to the airport on my last day there. Eating crabcakes on the way. Picking tomatoes and cucumbers and peppers and basil and parsley from Mel's garden and concocting a pasta sauce with them.
Hearing FF's ring tone and putting him on speaker phone and listening to Mel tease him (he's just like her husband, Roger). Laughing out loud at Chelsea Handler's trashy book, My Horizontal Life. Reading the New York Times in bed. Drinking good, strong coffee. Staying in my pajamas until noon. Playing in Mel's jewelry box. Sharing clothes.
Best of all, coming home. Feeling loved when The D offered me his Genghis Grill leftovers for dinner. And hugging him. Seeing him smile.
Hearing JoJo's soft Southern voice after a week of distinctly Jewish (loud) accents. Finding myself speaking like a Jewess. And loving it.
Cooking dinner for The Daddler tonight. Tomatoes and onions and okra, garlic toast, lasagna (I'll admit, it was Stouffer's), and celery sticks, plus a Banquet berry pie for dessert. Watching Dancing With the Stars with the cat on my lap.
Finding some semblance of a routine. And remembering crab cakes...
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