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, January 16, 2012

I Give Up

I sliced my middle finger open today.  Then I heard the sound of the new thingie.  Sure nuf'.  The D wasn't in his recliner.  I looked out the window, and there he was, his white hair bouncing around in the dark.  He'd taken his new toy outside.  Hooked it up to a working outlet, and started scooping leaves into it.  WTF?  I was winding down.  I ran outside and grabbed a rake on the way.  He looked at me like I was a lunatic.  I remembered that I was missing his galantamine.  Damn.

The only thing that kept me from hyperventilating was my bloody finger.  Sounds like an Edgar Allen Poe short story, huh?  The Tell-Tale Heart.  The Bloody Finger.  The Cask of Amantillado.

My interference in the leaf sucking process pissed him off and he walked away.  I'm just hoping I don't hear the motor at 3:00 a.m.  This is new.  Not good.  It worries me...

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