Mood:
a-okNow Playing: Clutch
I have pretty much moved to MySpace and created a 'new' site there. Click on the before link to go directly to it. I will do my best to post here from time to time!!
Cheers!!!!
Friday, 22 April 2005
C'mon, join the revolution...........
Mood: a-ok
Now Playing: Clutch
I have pretty much moved to MySpace and created a 'new' site there. Click on the before link to go directly to it. I will do my best to post here from time to time!!
Cheers!!!!
Mood:
a-okNow Playing: Clutch
I have pretty much moved to MySpace and created a 'new' site there. Click on the before link to go directly to it. I will do my best to post here from time to time!!
Cheers!!!!
Friday, 1 April 2005
The Circus is Coming to Town
Mood:
not sure
So last night, instead of posting, I cleaned my fathers house. As well as normal household things that are more difficult for him than I. So, clean carpets, clean floors, clean dishes, clean bathrooms, grocery shopping done, and I took the trash out too. By the time I got home, it was nearly 11pm. Now, yes we all *hopefully do this in our own homes when needed, so it's not a big deal, right? I do this for two households, and with a torn rotator cuff it is not the easiest thing for me to do. I swear to god I that one of these days I am going to get a job just to pay for a housecleaning service.
After all of that, and still needing to pick up my place, and eat dinner. I was all tapped out. Today, has been a little different.
I slept a little later than I wanted too, but still got up early enough to watch some birds on my balcony. I went to Dad's and got him up for a neurology appointment. No time for coffee or snacks, we headed out and began the waiting process. He slept in his chair, I tried chatting on yahoo with my phone, but ended up just using the 'web' to surf CNN's page. I can see how adding unlimited t-zones to my phone is kinda neat.
After sitting in the waiting room for 45 minutes, we are called in, and begin an appointment that took almost 2 hours. Blahhhh...... After that, Dad sorta slept in the car while I ran to the bank, and then home. We made coffee and I made him his 'usual' brunch, with vittles and pills. How Yummy. :depressed:
I started 'working' on tax stuff, prescription refills, financial stuff, and what have you. At about 3pm, a man came to the house to delivery my Dad's new at home nebulizer and teach me how to administer his medications. Although the Doctor's office had prescribed the meds needed for this thingy, Courtney (the CNA man-thing doint this "training") could not dispense it. So I called the docs and left a message that we couldn't use the nebulizer with out meds and our pharmacy number is: yada yada yada. They called back and said the pharmacy would have to special order it, and it will be in on Monday. If I like, I can come back to the office and they will give me enough samples to get through the weekend. On my way there, with only 15 minutes before they close, I get pulled over for an expired inspection sticker. At least the cop was really really nice, and let me go.
I get the drugs and get home, and quite frankly, lose my shit. Just a little to much today I guess. So I told my dad I needed to quite work for a bit and go home and try to relax. Now I hate myself, 'cause I smoked a cigarette, and I feel things are only going to get worse tonight.
On a brighter note, mom sent me an effing awesome care package with a book that I am actually reading. Granted it will take me an eon to read it, but I have started, and things are looking good. Maybe I will actually post again tomorrow. For now, its bath time.
Mood:
not sureSo last night, instead of posting, I cleaned my fathers house. As well as normal household things that are more difficult for him than I. So, clean carpets, clean floors, clean dishes, clean bathrooms, grocery shopping done, and I took the trash out too. By the time I got home, it was nearly 11pm. Now, yes we all *hopefully do this in our own homes when needed, so it's not a big deal, right? I do this for two households, and with a torn rotator cuff it is not the easiest thing for me to do. I swear to god I that one of these days I am going to get a job just to pay for a housecleaning service.
After all of that, and still needing to pick up my place, and eat dinner. I was all tapped out. Today, has been a little different.
I slept a little later than I wanted too, but still got up early enough to watch some birds on my balcony. I went to Dad's and got him up for a neurology appointment. No time for coffee or snacks, we headed out and began the waiting process. He slept in his chair, I tried chatting on yahoo with my phone, but ended up just using the 'web' to surf CNN's page. I can see how adding unlimited t-zones to my phone is kinda neat.
After sitting in the waiting room for 45 minutes, we are called in, and begin an appointment that took almost 2 hours. Blahhhh...... After that, Dad sorta slept in the car while I ran to the bank, and then home. We made coffee and I made him his 'usual' brunch, with vittles and pills. How Yummy. :depressed:
I started 'working' on tax stuff, prescription refills, financial stuff, and what have you. At about 3pm, a man came to the house to delivery my Dad's new at home nebulizer and teach me how to administer his medications. Although the Doctor's office had prescribed the meds needed for this thingy, Courtney (the CNA man-thing doint this "training") could not dispense it. So I called the docs and left a message that we couldn't use the nebulizer with out meds and our pharmacy number is: yada yada yada. They called back and said the pharmacy would have to special order it, and it will be in on Monday. If I like, I can come back to the office and they will give me enough samples to get through the weekend. On my way there, with only 15 minutes before they close, I get pulled over for an expired inspection sticker. At least the cop was really really nice, and let me go.
I get the drugs and get home, and quite frankly, lose my shit. Just a little to much today I guess. So I told my dad I needed to quite work for a bit and go home and try to relax. Now I hate myself, 'cause I smoked a cigarette, and I feel things are only going to get worse tonight.
On a brighter note, mom sent me an effing awesome care package with a book that I am actually reading. Granted it will take me an eon to read it, but I have started, and things are looking good. Maybe I will actually post again tomorrow. For now, its bath time.
Friday, 25 March 2005
T.G.I.F, right?
Mood: not sure
Yeah, it's crappy. Thanks for asking.
So today is March 25, 2005. I have a feeling that I will remember this day like I remember May 31, 2002.
"Talk about it", they say, "Write about, it's therapy."
But who wants to listen? Who wants to read?
It takes a strong stomach to hold down stories of how the strongest, kindest, most intelligent, loving man I have ever known, has been destroyed. Some days, my father can't even sign his own name. Others, he can't button his shirt, or talk without sounding like Barry White with really bad bronchitis. Most days he can't even stay awake for long enough periods of time to watch an entire episode of Futurama.
I have been the care provider or, 'nurse', for my father since his diagnosis. I have been the sole care provider for him since his fianceé was killed in a car crash last June. It's an unusual job. Way more than 40 hours a week. And void of sick days, personal leave, or vacations. However, I wouldn't want to do anything else. Not only is he my father, but my best friend and comrade. This is what you do for people you love and care about.
Life has definitely not been kind to my father. As a result; he has become stoic, courageous, suborned, emotionally and physically beat-up, and in my eyes, infallible. Not a day goes by that I do not scream out, "This is not fair!". Not for me, but for him. What kharma is biting this beautiful man in the ass? Why should I have to say goodbye to my father at 25 years of age? The life expectancy in this country for unmarried men is 74. He is only 52. I am not an accountant but, I think that figure is off by 22 years. I have to accept the notion that he will never see me marry, or raise a family. I do not think he will be here for my 30th birthday. So yes, I am angry. I feel robbed. But then I remember, this is not about me. Excluding tragedy, I have many years left to my life.
My main goal with my father is to make sure that he is able to go in peace. I want him to know that I love him more than anything, anyone, and anyplace on this earth. He has taught me things that no one else could. He has made sure that was always taken care of. I want him to not feel like a failure. I want him to know that I will be 'OK'. *although I know I won't.* Most of all, I do not want him to be in pain anymore, or struggle to hide it so I won't "worry". It hurts me so much to see him try and keep going, but at the same time I do not know what to do without him.
He truly is my better half. We are practically identical in appearance and personality. He is the one person I don’t even need to talk to, and he gets the joke. To steal someone else's poetry, he is the reason I sing. He is the reason that the opera is even in me.
In about three hours, we will be leaving for his oncologist. Today's meeting is for the results of tests he had in the last week. MRI's, CTscans of his brain, neck and chest, and a bone scan. All of these were done because of a PETscan he had a few weeks ago. The PETscan showed a diminish in the tumors of his lungs, but 'hot spots' all through the rest of his body. So, they poke him, prod him, and stick him into tubular devices that make nauseating noises, to confirm whether or not the cancer has in fact spread to his bones and brain. I don't want that to be the case, but it is the inevitable.
I am doing my effing hardest to stay positive right now, but so far this week, everything has been squashing my now feeble attempt. I would like to blame it on mercury in retrograde, but c'mon. For those of you who really know me...
I am crossing my fingers, and am trying to breathe deep. Something I bet my dad wishes he could do. I cannot express how much I desire to have just a little more time. Maybe this will be a Good Friday.
Mood:
not sureYeah, it's crappy. Thanks for asking.
So today is March 25, 2005. I have a feeling that I will remember this day like I remember May 31, 2002.
"Talk about it", they say, "Write about, it's therapy."
But who wants to listen? Who wants to read?
It takes a strong stomach to hold down stories of how the strongest, kindest, most intelligent, loving man I have ever known, has been destroyed. Some days, my father can't even sign his own name. Others, he can't button his shirt, or talk without sounding like Barry White with really bad bronchitis. Most days he can't even stay awake for long enough periods of time to watch an entire episode of Futurama.
I have been the care provider or, 'nurse', for my father since his diagnosis. I have been the sole care provider for him since his fianceé was killed in a car crash last June. It's an unusual job. Way more than 40 hours a week. And void of sick days, personal leave, or vacations. However, I wouldn't want to do anything else. Not only is he my father, but my best friend and comrade. This is what you do for people you love and care about.
Life has definitely not been kind to my father. As a result; he has become stoic, courageous, suborned, emotionally and physically beat-up, and in my eyes, infallible. Not a day goes by that I do not scream out, "This is not fair!". Not for me, but for him. What kharma is biting this beautiful man in the ass? Why should I have to say goodbye to my father at 25 years of age? The life expectancy in this country for unmarried men is 74. He is only 52. I am not an accountant but, I think that figure is off by 22 years. I have to accept the notion that he will never see me marry, or raise a family. I do not think he will be here for my 30th birthday. So yes, I am angry. I feel robbed. But then I remember, this is not about me. Excluding tragedy, I have many years left to my life.
My main goal with my father is to make sure that he is able to go in peace. I want him to know that I love him more than anything, anyone, and anyplace on this earth. He has taught me things that no one else could. He has made sure that was always taken care of. I want him to not feel like a failure. I want him to know that I will be 'OK'. *although I know I won't.* Most of all, I do not want him to be in pain anymore, or struggle to hide it so I won't "worry". It hurts me so much to see him try and keep going, but at the same time I do not know what to do without him.
He truly is my better half. We are practically identical in appearance and personality. He is the one person I don’t even need to talk to, and he gets the joke. To steal someone else's poetry, he is the reason I sing. He is the reason that the opera is even in me.
In about three hours, we will be leaving for his oncologist. Today's meeting is for the results of tests he had in the last week. MRI's, CTscans of his brain, neck and chest, and a bone scan. All of these were done because of a PETscan he had a few weeks ago. The PETscan showed a diminish in the tumors of his lungs, but 'hot spots' all through the rest of his body. So, they poke him, prod him, and stick him into tubular devices that make nauseating noises, to confirm whether or not the cancer has in fact spread to his bones and brain. I don't want that to be the case, but it is the inevitable.
I am doing my effing hardest to stay positive right now, but so far this week, everything has been squashing my now feeble attempt. I would like to blame it on mercury in retrograde, but c'mon. For those of you who really know me...
I am crossing my fingers, and am trying to breathe deep. Something I bet my dad wishes he could do. I cannot express how much I desire to have just a little more time. Maybe this will be a Good Friday.
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at 12:01 AM EST
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Thursday, 10 March 2005
Other People's Poetry... yet again
Mood: not sure
Now Playing: "Digging in the Dirt" - Peter Gabriel
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it's getting strong
The way of dealing with this feeling
Can't go on like this too long
This time you've gone too far
I told you
This time you've gone too far
I told you - I told you - I told you - I told you
Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes
I'm digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
Mood:
not sureNow Playing: "Digging in the Dirt" - Peter Gabriel
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it's getting strong
The way of dealing with this feeling
Can't go on like this too long
This time you've gone too far
I told you
This time you've gone too far
I told you - I told you - I told you - I told you
Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes
I'm digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
Monday, 21 February 2005
Rebel Yell
Mood:
lyrical
Now Playing: Herbie Hancock, Man-Child
So how do I explain exactly what is going on at this very moment? I do not. "Inconcievble!!!" I am listening to Medeski, Martin, and Wood and have never ever been able to feel this happy and relaxed. "It's Cool." Do you know who Herbie Hancock is? Well I am about to find out and be schooled. I am have been promised that is will make me shake me bootie and I was NOT lied to. Normally right now, I would be on the floor, belly dancing, but I do not want to make a fool of myself. Still a little insecure? Yes. Feeling better and better ever day? Yes! What was that thing I was saying? "Yeah, he's like Michelob Ultra! Ha!" I can't remember now. But it does not matter anymore.. Play it again Sam. "C'mon baby, whatddddyou think 'bout this music?"
I love it,, love it, love it.
Mood:
lyricalNow Playing: Herbie Hancock, Man-Child
So how do I explain exactly what is going on at this very moment? I do not. "Inconcievble!!!" I am listening to Medeski, Martin, and Wood and have never ever been able to feel this happy and relaxed. "It's Cool." Do you know who Herbie Hancock is? Well I am about to find out and be schooled. I am have been promised that is will make me shake me bootie and I was NOT lied to. Normally right now, I would be on the floor, belly dancing, but I do not want to make a fool of myself. Still a little insecure? Yes. Feeling better and better ever day? Yes! What was that thing I was saying? "Yeah, he's like Michelob Ultra! Ha!" I can't remember now. But it does not matter anymore.. Play it again Sam. "C'mon baby, whatddddyou think 'bout this music?"
I love it,, love it, love it.
Posted by *ferrotype*
at 12:54 AM EST
Updated: Monday, 21 February 2005 3:23 PM EST
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Tuesday, 21 December 2004
Holiday Blahs...........
Mood:
irritated
Now Playing: U2 - "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb"
I despise holiday shopping. Only because of the absolute masses of people with complete disregard for anyone else but themselves. Isn't this the season for giving, kindness, and goodwill towards all? OK, I don't even want to start this rant now.
On a brighter note, all of my holiday shopping is done and now I am off to wrap - my favorite part. I am pretty sure that my obsessive compulsive disorder will be satisfied. Tis the season!
Mood:
irritatedNow Playing: U2 - "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb"
I despise holiday shopping. Only because of the absolute masses of people with complete disregard for anyone else but themselves. Isn't this the season for giving, kindness, and goodwill towards all? OK, I don't even want to start this rant now.
On a brighter note, all of my holiday shopping is done and now I am off to wrap - my favorite part. I am pretty sure that my obsessive compulsive disorder will be satisfied. Tis the season!
Friday, 10 December 2004
Like I Keep Saying, I'm A Good Girl!
Mood:
chillin'
Now Playing: The Man Who Comes Around - Johnny Cash
How evil are you?
Mood:
chillin'Now Playing: The Man Who Comes Around - Johnny Cash
How evil are you?
Ha! Another One!!
Mood:
cheeky
Mood:
cheeky
Ha! No Alcohol Needed!!
Mood: cheeky
Now Playing: "Coin Operated Boy" - The Dresden Dolls
Mood:
cheekyNow Playing: "Coin Operated Boy" - The Dresden Dolls
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Thursday, 9 December 2004
I've Been Tripping From Sipping The Dripping Dirty Water Tap.
Mood:
hungry
Now Playing: "Bandages" - Hot Hot Heat
Yes, I have been MIA for way too long now. And even now, as I try to come up with a worthy post, my tongue is dry. All I can say is that I am going to go surf the web, and hopefully think of something to write about.
Mood:
hungryNow Playing: "Bandages" - Hot Hot Heat
Yes, I have been MIA for way too long now. And even now, as I try to come up with a worthy post, my tongue is dry. All I can say is that I am going to go surf the web, and hopefully think of something to write about.
Posted by *ferrotype*
at 11:47 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 9 December 2004 11:51 PM EST
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Wednesday, 10 November 2004
Well I Guess I Am! Maybe...........
Now Playing: I am listening to Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell
Topic: Je suis tres fatigue!
I was popping around the net today, and to pay some long over do props to Mr.Poush, I decided to imitate one of his most recent posts...After all it can be the highest form of flattery and definitely is intended that way today.
*These are the googlisms I got and in the order they were posted. I have added a few comments.
Katrina is wife material *well I knew that!*
Katrina is a mermaid *it's true, just ask my mom!*
Katrina is the most beautiful *maybe, but I don't always feel that way*
Katrina is so furious *nope, not right now*
Katrina is also certified as a master *master printer that is*
Katrina is there *where?*
Katrina is twenty *I wish...not anymore*
Katrina is a healthy young woman *yes, for the most part*
Katrina is over the south central portion of the Yucatan *haha*
Katrina is destined to successful if the teachers and adults around her will see her talents and help her with them *well that came out a little late!*
Katrina is a meld of the traditional Romanian vampire *.....and what?*
Katrina is nothing short of spectacular *my thoughts exactly*
Katrina is a petite redhead with a spirit as firery as her hair *this one is so right on it's scary!*
Katrina is particularly interested in the relationship between poetry and music *well d'uh!*
Katrina is fortunate to have a friend who believes in her statements about the case and who also believes in Katrina herself *and I thank you.*
Katrina is a ruthless and deadly killer when she wants to be *you mother will cry when she sees what I've done to you!! heehee*
Katrina is a wonderful daughter *I try*
Katrina is a noblewoman by birth and owns the powerful masquerade sword *really? where is it hiding*
Katrina is a fearless lyricist *when I feel like it*
Katrina is extremely reluctant to settle for the predictable or the mundane *another one right on the nose!*
Katrina is a girl who likes doing lots of craft type activities *only when I have insomnia*
Katrina is not so sure *oh golly, I don't know*
Katrina is a friendly person with a relaxing presence *provided I can stop fidgeting*
Katrina is worried for her mother *no, my mother is fine*
Katrina is a very stable *once again, haha!*
Katrina is vague as i lost most of the details in a crash a few months back *ooh..that's gotta suck*
Katrina is a very beautiful young woman with a few years experience already under her belt *damn straight!*
Katrina is launching a solo career *I am single*
Katrina is the most wonderful *aww...thanks*
Now Playing: I am listening to Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell
Topic: Je suis tres fatigue!
I was popping around the net today, and to pay some long over do props to Mr.Poush, I decided to imitate one of his most recent posts...After all it can be the highest form of flattery and definitely is intended that way today.
*These are the googlisms I got and in the order they were posted. I have added a few comments.
Katrina is wife material *well I knew that!*
Katrina is a mermaid *it's true, just ask my mom!*
Katrina is the most beautiful *maybe, but I don't always feel that way*
Katrina is so furious *nope, not right now*
Katrina is also certified as a master *master printer that is*
Katrina is there *where?*
Katrina is twenty *I wish...not anymore*
Katrina is a healthy young woman *yes, for the most part*
Katrina is over the south central portion of the Yucatan *haha*
Katrina is destined to successful if the teachers and adults around her will see her talents and help her with them *well that came out a little late!*
Katrina is a meld of the traditional Romanian vampire *.....and what?*
Katrina is nothing short of spectacular *my thoughts exactly*
Katrina is a petite redhead with a spirit as firery as her hair *this one is so right on it's scary!*
Katrina is particularly interested in the relationship between poetry and music *well d'uh!*
Katrina is fortunate to have a friend who believes in her statements about the case and who also believes in Katrina herself *and I thank you.*
Katrina is a ruthless and deadly killer when she wants to be *you mother will cry when she sees what I've done to you!! heehee*
Katrina is a wonderful daughter *I try*
Katrina is a noblewoman by birth and owns the powerful masquerade sword *really? where is it hiding*
Katrina is a fearless lyricist *when I feel like it*
Katrina is extremely reluctant to settle for the predictable or the mundane *another one right on the nose!*
Katrina is a girl who likes doing lots of craft type activities *only when I have insomnia*
Katrina is not so sure *oh golly, I don't know*
Katrina is a friendly person with a relaxing presence *provided I can stop fidgeting*
Katrina is worried for her mother *no, my mother is fine*
Katrina is a very stable *once again, haha!*
Katrina is vague as i lost most of the details in a crash a few months back *ooh..that's gotta suck*
Katrina is a very beautiful young woman with a few years experience already under her belt *damn straight!*
Katrina is launching a solo career *I am single*
Katrina is the most wonderful *aww...thanks*
Saturday, 6 November 2004
At Present, I Am Only Responsible For Myslef!
Mood:
mischievious
Mood:
mischievious
Posted by *ferrotype*
at 5:08 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 6 November 2004 5:10 PM EST
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Thursday, 4 November 2004
Check it Out!!
Mood:
happy
Now Playing: Dj? Acucrack 'Get Wikkid'
Please do your ears a favor and check out Dj? Acucrack
Mood:
happyNow Playing: Dj? Acucrack 'Get Wikkid'
Please do your ears a favor and check out Dj? Acucrack
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Don't forget Acumen Nation........we all know who they are....
Posted by *ferrotype*
at 10:22 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 6 November 2004 11:47 AM EST
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Tuesday, 2 November 2004
Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid
Mood:
accident prone
Now Playing: Dj? Acucrack
I just got back from KMFDM!! My ears are broken, and my body is in much pain, but I am fu@#$&! thrilled that I went. It was worth how awful I feel now......yeah.....
Mood:
accident proneNow Playing: Dj? Acucrack
I just got back from KMFDM!! My ears are broken, and my body is in much pain, but I am fu@#$&! thrilled that I went. It was worth how awful I feel now......yeah.....
Posted by *ferrotype*
at 12:33 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 4 November 2004 2:31 AM EST
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Thursday, 28 October 2004
My Father is the Coolest Man Alive.
Mood: happy
Now Playing: Supertramp, 'Long Train Home'
Yesterday, my father and I were sitting in the living room, enjoying some coffee together, and of course because we are weird, we discussed the daily rumblings of our G.I. systems........... Out of the blue, my dad spouts the following prose to me. I busted out laughing.
In days of old, when knights were bold, and toilets were not invented,
They left their loads in the middle of the road and went away contented.
As a little note to all of my wonderful readers, never underestimate your parents. Sometimes we forget that they were in our exact shoes no to long ago. The only difference is that their stories are always more entertaining. Your parents love you, want to see you prosper, and they are not going to be with us forever. Enjoy them while you can.
I love you Dad
Mood:
happyNow Playing: Supertramp, 'Long Train Home'
Yesterday, my father and I were sitting in the living room, enjoying some coffee together, and of course because we are weird, we discussed the daily rumblings of our G.I. systems........... Out of the blue, my dad spouts the following prose to me. I busted out laughing.
They left their loads in the middle of the road and went away contented.
As a little note to all of my wonderful readers, never underestimate your parents. Sometimes we forget that they were in our exact shoes no to long ago. The only difference is that their stories are always more entertaining. Your parents love you, want to see you prosper, and they are not going to be with us forever. Enjoy them while you can.
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