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...

Thursday, September 6, 2012


...all's well that ends well.  The problem is that we never know the end.  That reminds me of the time, in college, when I went to a university theater production.  A former, esteemed professor had written the play.  I suffered through the first act.  Resisted leaving during intermission.  And breathed a sigh of relief when the second act ended.  Headed back to my lowly slum/dorm.

The next day, in the Helmsman (campus newspaper), I read the review.  Turns out, there were THREE acts.  Wow.  Was I the only one who hightailed it out of there after way too long?  Apparently, the playwright had delusions of Wagner.  Or Chekhov.

That reminds me of another university play.  Clockwork Orange.  Weird, violent story.  The strange thing is that I don't think I received extra credit for either of these excuses for a play.  I should've, though, particularly after I saw the giant/rapist from CO walking down Patteson on my way to Econ 102.  I ducked into the Catholic Student Center to avoid him.  Talk about a fish out of water.

Dadgumit.  I was so naive.  Innocent, even.  I could write a thousand blog posts about that.  But it's totally irrelevant now.

Gotta run.  It's almost time for The D's din-din.  Duty calls...

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