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, March 11, 2013

Call me Leona

As in Leona Helsmley.   Because I've joined the ranks of Real Estate Mavens.  Just this morning, I added the third rental property to my portfolio.  It's been a very time-consuming endeavor, but since I have plenty of time, it's a good thing.  In addition, I've been working on renting The Good House.  I've had a couple great prospective tenants.  Very cute, professional young couples.  I've had a little trouble with the current princess tenant when it comes to trying to show/advertise it, and I hate conflict, but I'm on the verge of channeling Leona. A/K/A, the Queen of Mean.

I'll be so glad to get rid of The Princess.  Especially since my rent revenue will increase 75%.  Crazy, huh?  No more Friends and Family Discounts here.

So, on top of managing my new real estate empire, I'm sticking with Taekwondo (skipped today, though, after getting lost in the hilly woods of Shelby Forest yesterday - soooo sore.)  TKD has come in handy with Sally and Lucy.  I've been using the roundhouse kick to keep them from jumping up on me with their muddy paws.  I'm beginning to think Sally is the Spawn of Satan.  Hound of the Baskervilles.  Half pit bull.  The other night, I had a nightmare involving being chased by pit bulls.  She's vicious.  I need to up my homeowners coverage.

Well, better run.  I need to get the key at the new house - it's under the mat.


Thursday, March 7, 2013

Comcast - My Undoing

Just shoot me.  I've lost my will to live.  Comcast has sucked it from the marrow of my bones.

I've spent the last hour and a half trying to trouble-shoot the error messages I've been getting in my email account.  I've desperately avoided calling the Anti-Chrast.  But my will is broken.

The next time I go to kick-boxing class, I'm going to tape the logo of the Evil One to my bag.  I think I'll get a better workout that way.

Sooo, they've brought me to my knees.  The fix I received, after a 93 minute investment of time two days ago, has expired.  My will is broken.  As soon as I finish up here, I'm going to call.

Only because:

A) I'm trying to send Kiddo a spreadsheet with every single piece of data he could possibly need for his trip to Dubai which starts tomorrow (including emergency contact information, the phone number and address of the American Hospital, credit card international collect phone numbers, and the phone number and address of the U.S. Embassy.  I just watched Argo - can you tell?)

B)  I'm trying to consummate a big (for me) real estate deal, and I have three unsent important documents in my outbox, and who knows how many important documents waiting in Comcast's version of the dead letter office.

With that, I'll sign off.  And while I'm on hold, I'll plan their demise.  Pray for me...

Monday, March 4, 2013

My Undoing

Comcast.  They are evil.  I'm going to start a jihad against them.  If my head doesn't explode first.

Sunday, March 3, 2013


Here's the path of destruction left in Sally's wake.  One picture is worth a thousand words...  And these thousand words include quite a few expletives...