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, May 23, 2013

Comcast Takes First Prize...

...for the company with the worst customer service in America.  Google it.

I discovered this fascinating fact when I decided to investigate the commenter who always pops up to leave a consoling comment on my posts about the evil, execrable, accursed C-Crap.  See, I wasn't born yesterday, so I knew better than to think that Comcast had an employee (or even an automated web crawler) on hand to "reach out" to a disgruntled customer/blogger.  And I'm not stupid enough to click on an email address to a nice sounding Mark Something or Other at the caring URL called WeCareAboutYouAndWantToHelpAndWeAreSorryYouAreExperiencingProblemsWithYourServiceWeAppreciateYouAndItIsOurMissionInLife ToMeetAllYourWorldlyNeeds.comcast.com.  Seriously.  I can suspend my disbelief long enough to enjoy an occasional sci-fi movie, and even once in a while, a cute rom-com.  Well, that last one's a stretch.  Why is it all the chick-flicks are so stupidly, saccharinely, sickeningly sentimental?

But I digress.  My main point was to let you know that everything isn't what it appears to be.  There are two truths I hold dear.  The relevant one here is "If it seems too good to be true, it is."  Or should that be, "isn't?"  Hmmm.  Maybe I should put it this way:  "If it seems too good be true, it's a big fat lie and you're an inane idiot/sucker if you believe it."  So that's why I'm too smart/suspicious/skeptical to fall for the average internet scam.  Especially after that stupid FaceBook IQ test that dinged my cell phone for 99 cents five times in four minutes.  Wow.  How embarrassing.  And apt.  Obviously, my IQ was sub-par that day.

The other, equally cynical, tenet I'd love to share, will have to wait until later.  It deserves its own blog post. 

Ok, my blood pressure is rising, so I'm leaving.  Later...

Comcast is Killing Me!

Oh.   My.   God.

I have just spent an hour on the horn with the bane of my existence - Comcrap.  I know I've ranted about them here repeatedly, but I have to do it again, before my head explodes.  Not that my rants prevent that.  It's so I can document Comcast's causal liability for my demise.  So that my heirs will have plenty of hard evidence when they file the $10 million product liability lawsuit.  But if I make it through this without spontaneously combusting (is that a word?), maybe I could file a class-action lawsuit, because I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only poor schmo who's been double-billed by this blood-sucking, money-grubbing excuse for a technology company.  I won't even get started on the countless calls I've made to the tech department in an attempt to resolve problems with my internet and cable tv connections, logging on to my account, retrieving my email, and so much more. 

I wish I could take the time to record this latest cluster-fuck, but my hands are shaking so much I can barely type.

I missed my kick-boxing class.  It's a damn shame because it might have prevented my death (I could tape the logo to the punching bag and vent my frustrations on that)  which was caused by Comcast.

Hey, here's another idea.  I could write a suicide note saying I was jumping off the Mississippi river bridge because I'd lost my will to live (they'd never find my body in The Big Muddy,) all because of Comcast.  First though, I'll have to set up an unnumbered Swiss bank account and give wiring instructions to Kiddo.  Knowing him, though, I'd never see a penny of it.

Gotta go.  Need to get a paper bag and try to stop this damn hyperventilating...

Monday, May 6, 2013

Crazy Busy

It's a nice feeling.  I always have plenty to do, but somehow, I just procrastinate forever.  That creates so much anxiety.  Which causes me to throw up my hands and shift into avoidance mood.  So I've spent way too many hours lounging on the sofa, listing to the same old shit over and over again on Fox News (The Daddler watches it day and night) and doing crossword puzzles, texting, playing Words With Friends, and other unproductive pursuits. 

In the last coupla weeks, however, I've sprung into action.  Lots of new stuff going on, including:  Taekwondo and cardio kick classes; getting back to running; doing re-fi's on two of my houses; taking Lucy and Sally to the vet all the time; mowing and gardening; and working on my new rental house.  All this on top of the regular stuff like taking The D to the doctor, laundry, grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning...

The rental house has turned into a full time job.  So much to do.  Painting everything inside.  Buying supplies.  Mowing the lawn and weeding the beds and pruning the shrubs.  Knocking out tile in the bathroom.  Cleaning the windows.  Measuring for blinds (gotta buy the blinds.)  Getting bids for the bigger stuff.  Keeping the books and managing cash flow. 

On top of all this, my social life is improving.  Funny how it's feast or famine.  I've been feasting lately.  Last week, I decided to go on a diet (figuratively speaking.)  So I'm thinning the herd.  I hate doing that.  But I just don't have time to hang out with people I don't enjoy.  Besides, all those dinners out have taken their toll on my figure, so I've also started a literal diet.

I'm feeling good about these decisions.  I'm making progress on my endless To Do list - it feels good to actually finish some of my projects.

Unfortunately, though, I haven't had much time to blog.  It's so therapeutic for me, but so is exercise and sunshine and fresh air, so I'm gonna be kinda scarce on here for a while.  But life is full of trade-offs, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Until next time...