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...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


I love it.  A couple hours or so ago, I decided to rearrange the furniture in my den.  For the second time in a week.  I also had the brilliant idea of moving the TV from an awkward spot in the corner on a TV stand I've had 25 years, to the built-in bookshelves.  The shelves are adjustable, and I spent considerable time with the yardstick and the brackets to the shelves and dusting said shelves.  Unplugging so many cords from TV and cable box, and power strip.  No small feat.  Moved 2 shelves multiple times and lifted big-ass TV to upper shelf.  Cable box to bottom shelf.  It took me a good 55 minutes to figure out the bazillion cords and cables and menus and settings and sources and reboots...

I was about to give up, but miraculously, I prevailed.  Damn, I'm good.  I have to admit, though, that I needed a friend with a Y chromosome to help me find the filters in my new HVAC systems. 

It's been a crazy few weeks (which is why I haven't been blogging lately), but things are looking up.  I've been in great demand, on several levels.  A part-time gig.  A weekend project.  A couple social outings this weekend.  Wow. 

I don't want to elaborate, but FF has transitioned from Future Fiancee to Former Fiancee.  I'm cool with that.  And I'm happy to report that after a few ugly, painful communiques, we reached a detente.  Agreed to be friends.  But Words With Friends Foes.  He seems to think that my victories in that arena are flukes.  A result of luck.  Not related at all to skill.  Which makes me want to master chess.  No luck involved there.  I have a feeling I could whoop his ass after a few games.  But I have to give him credit, competing with him makes me better.  Because, if nothing else, I'm competitive.  That's the only reason I passed the CPA exam the first time.  But that's another post.  Not to boast, but back in the day, I was in the elite 6%.  My employer rewarded me with a lovely gold Cross pen and pencil set.  With their logo emblazoned on it.  Needless to say, that made it all worthwhile.

On that note, I'm heading to the pool with my girl JoJo.  My BFF's pool - five doors down.  It's been a day.  It'll be nice to let my hair down and float on a blow up raft.  Especially since it's 105 degrees, with the heat index.

Gotta love Mempho.  Global warming.  And friends with benefits.  Such as pools, hot tubs, a fully stocked fridge.  All within a tenth of a mile.  Life is good...


  1. You name the time, I'll name the place (chess with friends, prolly)

  2. Pride goeth before destruction, a haughty spirit before a great fall...

    You talk a good game, Dude. Probably good to play online, because I'd hate for it to turn into a smackdown. I KNOW I could whoop you in that arena. First, though, you'd have to sign a release agreeing not to charge me with assault and battery. Wait, I just remembered, contracts aren't binding if they involve illegal activities.

    I'd better stop now. I'm sounding proud and haughty...