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...

Friday, July 27, 2012

Feeling Better

Couldn't feel any worse.  As I've said before, I'm a regular Henny Penny.  Actually, I'm probably more like Chicken Little.  CL (Funny, those letters happen to be my first and middle initials) is the one who thinks the sky is falling.  It's very complicated, but fascinating.  Disney used the story as a cautionary, anti-Nazi tale, in 1943.  According to Wikipedia, the villian, Foxy Loxy, seeks advice from Mein Kampft to manipulate the flock.  The hysterical hens, who are playing bridge, fly into a panic when the developmentally challenged CL heralds the end of the world.  Because Hitler Foxy Loxy knocked him silly with a board which was painted in sky blue.

The following scene was incredibly disturbing to me.  Foxy Loxy extracts a wishbone from his mouth.  He sticks it in the ground with countless other wishbones.  Walt Disney was a regular Dickens.  I cried watching Finding Nemo (think of the bloodthirsty, menacing sharks) and Lion King (murderous Scar luring Mufasa to his death), and so many more.  Why were Walt and Chas so fixated on orphans?  Not to mention the Grimms.  To make matters worse, I'm reading Jane Eyre.  Damn.  If I'm not careful, I'll go back to Tess of the D'Urbervilles.  Hardy, Hawthorne, Poe.  Why is good literature so depressing? 

Ok, I'm off on a tangent.  I need to get back to real life.

I went to the farmer's market today.  I gave The D a big bag of snap peas to snap.  I was saddened when he asked me how to do it, but encouraged when he not only caught on, but disregarded my instructions.  What the hell if we have a few stems to deal with?  I'm sure they're loaded with fiber.

I made him a BLT for lunch.  With a tomato far superior to the poor excuse I find at the grocery store.  I microwaved an extra piece of bacon for him to give to Lucy.  That dog is going to be so obese.  I'm going to switch her from puppy food to the weight-control kind.

I'm missing Linus, and I'm in such a quandry about him.  The whole flea infestation/territor-marking disaster has made me rethink the prudence of taking on another dog.  I miss him, though.  I've wanted to visit him, but I know if I do, my heart will melt and I won't leave without him.  He's so sweet, but I know that I don't need any more complications in my life right now.

So.  Real life waits.  If you wanna see the crazy, weird, subversive Disney short, here's the link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vnp4kj5lLOU

Over and out...

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