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, July 14, 2011

Blowing Bubbles

The other day, when I was getting not one, but two, of The Daddler's new prescriptions filled, I happened across a bottle of bubbles. Wow. What fun. I forgot about them until today. I'd been running around all morning, and when I got home, I noticed The D sitting on the front steps. I went out and plopped down beside him.


We sat and chatted. I remembered the bubbles. So I went into the kitchen and got them. And loved watching them float. So irridescent and ethereal. We sat and talked about things. I told him my neice and her BF were coming to spend the night tonight. She might be late. He'll want to stay up, but it could be 11 or later. She and her BF are going to take him to breakfast in the morning. Maybe I'll get my butt in gear and make breakfast here. Or not.

Figuring out sleeping arrangements is a little complicated, but really, no big deal.

Sooo, it's time to feed D. Or figure it out. I made him a milkshake this afternoon.

I ran across a sad letter to my mother today.

Gonna run...
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