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, February 20, 2012

I Love Lucy

What a sweet dog!  She's already house-broken.  I followed a friend's advice to get a crate.  Very good advice.  She's definitely still in the puppy stage.  Because I'm teaching this dog new tricks.  Unfortunately, my friend and advisor is an old dog.  He can't learn new tricks.  But I like him anyway.

The Daddler loves Lucy because she has brown eyes.  The same shade as Mother's.  Mine are brown, too, but a little darker.  My three sibs got the recessive eye color gene, and I got the dominant brown.  Which is totally opposite of what I learned in my high school biology class.  But we're not fruit flies.  Well, one of us has the empathy quotient of a fruit fly.  But the memory, and I'm sure, the life span, of an elephant.

I wonder if The D has listened to too much late night talk radio and is starting to believe in reincarnation.  Because he seems to think the dog has Mother's eyes.  Maybe she does.  I can think of worse creatures to become in another life.  A fruit fly.  Slug.  Leech.  Yuckkkk...  I think, if I believed in that and I could choose, I'd be an owl.  Or an eagle.  Preferably, an endangered species.  For practical reasons.  Wouldn't it be great to fly?  I don't like the idea of eviscerating uncooked rodents for my din-din, but I do love my steak really, really rare.  I hate organ meat, though. 

But that's crazy talk.  Back to Lucy.  As you can tell in this picture, the sun is shining.  Flowers are blooming.  Our dog is happy.  All's right with the world.  For a change...

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