Oprah did it. And if I were going to conform to her philosophy when I describe the things I'm thankful for, my journal would go something like this:
I'm grateful for: cleansing rain that clears the sky and the depths of my soul... the written word of the eternal voice of the human poet... the hope for new life when I see the tender green shoots of a spring flower struggle through the snow's crusty surface... the sighs of relief which stir the embers of my heavy heart... finding a pocket of air when I am in a dark cave, on the verge of asphyxia... the gentle soothing of Lortab and Flexeril when my back hurts, or when The D is getting on my nerves and I don't want to fix dinner for him...
No, really. Here's what I'm thankful for, in no particular order: celery seed. money. my own HVAC unit. cayenne pepper. two hour lunches with my friend Donna (the brunette Ellie Mae). my baby sister. macaroni and cheese. painting. getting an unexpected government check in the mail (IRS, VA, City or County property tax refund). electricians. cinnamon. showers with big tanks of hot water. cotton sheets. my Kindle Fire. Downton Abbey. the Beatles and the Stones. being 50. really. a clear mammogram and colonoscopy. having The Daddler here. having Kiddo far, far away in North Carolina. good dreams - when I'm flying, or talking to my mother, or snuggling up to a certain someone. indoor plumbing and electricity. google. my new leaf shredder. texting. Words With Friends. hearing "Groovy Kind of Love" when a certain someone calls...
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...
Asphyxia. Wouldn't that be the ultimate play for Words With Friends. As a sometimes blogger myself, Words With Friends seems a more appropriate time-waster than, say, television. Bottom line, my blog has more word game posts than thoughtful entries. Distracted by WWF and TV. I will always justify my TV time as long as I can tie it back to wordplay. Blame my love of Scrabble, WWF and TV trivia for spawning my blog and the anagrams I invent therein. Still, all these distractions keep me from blogging like you do.
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