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, October 9, 2012


...it's too much.  I've had a bad cold the last few days.  Started out as allergies.  Now it's settled into my chest.

I hoped The D would cut me some slack.  I made a point of moaning and groaning, coughing and sneezing, and maybe whining a little, within his limited range of hearing.  To no avail.  When I had my face-plant on the sidewalk this past spring, he displayed compassion.  I guess he exhausted his limited supply. 

As a matter of fact, he's been incredibly grouchy and demanding. 

I could go on and on, but I just realized that I don't have anything for his din-din.  My cupboard is bare.  As if that weren't bad enough, I'm out of Q-tips.  Since I've been sequestered in this minimum security facility for the last four days, I'm going to be reckless and drive to the nearest retailer, despite the fact that I'm under the influence of Cheratussin AC (the C stands for codeine.)

Hopefully, I'll post an update soon.  In the meantime, if you get a collect call from a correctional facility, please answer it.  It will be me.  Asking for a cake with a file baked into it. 

I'll reimburse you for the collect call charges, and I'll give you a cut of my expose of our corrupt prison system.

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