Finally. I have one. I'm proud to report that I had quite a few emails and text messages waiting for me. Including two apologies, because they thought I was ignoring them for some unknown reason. I know, it's true that most of the time, "I lost my phone" or "My battery died" is code for "I didn't want to talk to you." Or worse, "I'm just not that into you." Now, I'll be the first to admit that I do get angry/frustrated/annoyed with my friends on occasion (as they do with me, if you can believe that), but I pretty much let them know about it. I hate conflict, but I hate avoidance worse. So ususally, I vent my spleen, and then I get over it. I'm very forgiving. With an exception or two. Well, one exception. (Previous posts re the Emotional Vampire discuss that sitch.)
About my new phone. It's pretty cool. 4G. Droid Razr Maxx. Why the heck can't anyone spell things right? And while I'm at it, who decided to eliminate the space bar when naming companies. Probably the same people who changed everything to acronyms. As an extremely dyslexic person (have you noticed that "dyslexic" is confusing to spell?), I had to stop and think about my firm's name when I worked for KPMG. It was still "Peat Marwick" to me. And the truth is, to this very day, I can't tell you what "KP" stood for. It was some strange Norweigian-named firm PM had merged with. Same thing with BDO Seidman. Accountants are such lemmings.
Oh, well. Enough of that. I've been very productive today. I installed The D's new WaterPik (misspelled and missing a space) shower head. Watered the three dozen flowering plants I've recently acquired. Done a coupla' loads o' laundry. Cleaned the kitchen (Herculean task, that was!) Ran a mile, did some sit-ups, push-ups, and yoga stretches. Oh, I jumped rope with my new weighted-handle jump rope. Without falling. Barely. Sifted through three dozen magazines and filled a whole recycle bin with them.
And last, but not least, posted to my blog. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. So that's it for now. Later...
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...
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