...they're on my horizon. After waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning with a terrifying, sweaty, heart-pounding nightmare about my difficult client, I decided it was time to cut my losses and follow the yellow brick road. Something like that. Anything to get a good night's sleep.
I had a very, very sad Thanksgiving. Mother died on October 21st last year. You'd think that would've been the worst. I think I was numb. This year was excruciating. So very lonely. Extenuating circumstances, but still, there's no avoiding the pain. I wallowed in it. Spent about 36 hours in a close-to-comatose state. The one bit of relief was watching Elf on TV. I really identified with him. Crazy, huh? I can think of worse characters to be like.
Ok, somehow, I've listened to some Reggae song called Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego 15 times in a row now. In case you're wondering, it's not the same one we learned in Vacation Bible School. Or was that called "Daniel in the Fiery Furnace"? Heck, it's too confusing. I'm just hoping Desperate Housewives is new tonight. November sweeps - should be. I should check my DVR for last week's episode. Antiques Roadshow is a good bet, too.
The Daddler's had din-din. Vegetable beef soup - the broth was "too thin", but otherwise, it was "all right." He's a regular James Beard. Kiddo is back at school. I'm biding my time until the holidays are over. My Black Friday just involved a trip to Walgreens for an overdue prescription. From what I hear, though, the retailers did ok without me. Let's hope the stock market reflects it tomorrow.
Stick a fork in me. I'm done...
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...