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...

Monday, June 20, 2011

Filthy Dirty

That's me. After my excessively cerebral day, I had a little excess energy. Threw on my latest workout clothes - major City Thrift windfall yesterday. Including today's outfit. Surfer shorts that fit just right, and tiny Carolina Blue basketball jersey with my second favorite number - 8. Don't tell Dude, but I found some really cute stuff. If he's sweet, I'll do my best to look cute in Boston. And since I've decided to check a bag, I'll have lots more options. Like more than two pairs of shoes. Maybe some bubble bath. A book or two, besides my airplane reading. Plus, I can shop. While he's in CLE. Bless his pea-pickin' heart. So glad I let my stupid CPA license go inactive. I have a feeling that texting could relieve the sting of continuing professional education. But dude says, and I quote, "Homey don't text." I almost ditched him right then and there. Not just for the refusal to text, but for the hokey comment.

But what he lacks in hipness (as far as pop-culture is concerned), he makes up in other areas. And I cut him a little slack for his advanced age.

Ok, my work here is done. I'm gonna wash this grime off my sweaty body. And make my packing list. As soon as I feed The Daddler...
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