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, February 12, 2012
It all started out with naming The Dog. They called her "Baby" at the vet. I had a friend, though, who had a dog named "Baby." One day I went to visit and she showed me a headstone right by the magnolia tree. It was inscribed, "Baby, 1993 - 1994." I was confused. Turns out, it was her dog. Who wasn't buried there. Lillian Vernon had a special on personalized stone-like-resin pet memorials. Don't get me wrong. I like to give animals people names. Think Lisa Marie (may she rest in peace) and Mia Hamm(a/k/a Beulah, the Bulimic Cat). But I like specific human names. Who would name their hamster "Grandma"? Too confusing.
So back to The Dog. I called her Bailey instead of Baby. The Daddler just called her "He." Until I took Bailey to meet Charlie Brown the Weimeraner Friday night. When I decided to name her Lucy Van Pelt. Love it. She has black hair, like Lucy. And if I decide to take on her sister, I could call her Ethel. Or Sally.
Saturday morning, Deb came to take The D to lunch and to the barber, and I announced the name change. The Daddler immediately took umbrage to that. And suddenly, The Dog became "Bailey." The aphasia evaporated like the morning dew in June. Worse than that, I had trouble remembering the change. But I'm working on it. So now, every time I call The D(og) "Lucy," The D(addler) says "Bailey." Which means, her name is going to sound very lofty. I've settled on this: Lucy Van Pelt Bailey Baby Badger Hunter the Hun. That last thing is an homage to her German heritage. Oh, that reminds me. Adele has a dachshund. Cool, huh?
Posted by Carol at 8:05 PM