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, July 29, 2013

Why me?

I just can't understand why I keep finding myself in the middle of a crime scene.  As if the poor pit bull nightmare weren't enough, I stumbled upon an even more sinister situation this past weekend.

Once again, no one gave a flying fuck.  I wish I didn't.

I stumbled into this weird thing Saturday.  I made three phone calls to organizations I had previously thought highly of, and I expected them to care.  But as usual, I was wrong.   Because who, in her right mind, would worry about a freshly dug shallow grave in her back yard?  And why in the hell would anyone look askance at a pair of little girl's lavender sweat pants turned inside out and torn at the crotch?  With a stuffed rabbit, wearing a purple crown, smashed into the mud, eight feet away.  And in between, a 2x4 and a splintered board.  And a water bottle.   All within a back yard, completely enclosed by 6' wooden fences.

I expressed my concerns to my business partner, who just happens to have a 50% interest in the scene of the crime (our rental property.)  He was pretty sure that the water bottle had blown over the six-foot fence in a gust of wind.  And that the torn garment and abandoned toy were also the result of an act of god.  Never mind that he'd (that very day) walked past a car in the Kroger parking lot with two or three kids strapped into a car seat in 90+ degree weather, with no adult in sight.  He thought the car was running with the A/C going, and that the driver was just gone for a flash.  Fuck that.  Fuck him.  Fuck every single fat-ass who doesn't give a fuck about the pain and misery of an innocent, helpless child or animal.  Fuck them.  I hate them.  Intensely.

I want to forget about this, but I can't.  So for now, I'll just list the organizations I'm frustrated with. 

To start, I will never give one red cent to:  The Humane Society.  Mid-South Spay and Neuter.  The Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

I hate the idiotic, fat ass, apathetic excuse for a police department who I pay (with my hard-earned tax dollars) to serve and protect my community.

I have no confidence in our fucking excuse for law enforcement.  I guess they're too busy arresting people operating stills and possessing small amounts of marijuana.  Parking illegally.  Failing to decelerate from 60 to 40 mph on the downhill slide from the interstate called Sam Cooper to the avenue called Sam Cooper.

Fuck all those fucking bureaucrats.  I'm done.

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