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...

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

When it rains...

...it pours.  Usually we think of that as a negative thing.  But for quite some time, we've desperately needed rain.  I've needed rain.  Not a torrential downpour, but a nice, steady, soaking rain.  Like the one on the sound machine I play at night to help me sleep.

Over the past three years or so, I've learned so much.  It's been extremely painful, but valuable.  I learn from my mistakes.  And I make lots of them.  So I should have lots of wisdom.  And I do, but only when I don't get caught up in my emotions and abandon logic.  It's a delicate balance.  I'm happy to report that I think I'm there.  I'm cautiously optomistic.

I'm learning to live in the moment.  Focus on the good stuff.  And try to shake off the shit.  Funny, I just thought of extending the analogy.  The rain is cleansing.  Think about that.

I've also just thought of one of my favorite songs.  From Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.  What a great movie.  If you have 3 minutes and 11 seconds, watch this clip.  I promise, it will make you smile.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VILWkqlQLWk

Oh, by the way, I just thought of a fun little ice-breaker.  Kinda like, "Are you a cake person or a pie person?"   (I'm definitely in the cake camp.)  I like this one better.  And it's my original idea.  "Paul Newman or Robert Redford."  In case you're interested, I'm a Paul-girl.  I think he is the most handsome man who ever walked the face of the earth.  I think it's not a coincidence that he was a genuinely good guy.   

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me


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