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...

Saturday, November 3, 2012


Is just another word for nothing left to lose.  Which is a fucking depressing thought.  But strangely, empowering.  This is no revelation, but when negotiating, the power is in the ability to walk away.  Which is where IDGAF is useful.  Don't get me wrong.  I get emotionally attached.  But only to emotional beings.  Car salesmen are void of emotions.  And they're not beings.  They're not even organic.  They're below the protozoans.  Like a virus.  This is why I get incredible deals on cars.  They fuck with me, but I call them on that, and fuck with their walnut sized excuses for a cerebrum.  Like a cat with a small rodent. 

So sorry.  But I don't care.  I mean, IDGAF.  I love the feeling of walking away.  I do, but I don't.  I'm a cynical optimist. 

All for now.  Gonna go lick my wounds...

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