My Thoughts for the Day…

Tones of Home…

Sometimes, I can let dad completely set the tone for the rest of the evening.  He was in a great mood and very affectionate last night.  This made me very happy.  He gave Maggie and I equal time.  We continued our talk of the Shroud of Turin and my beliefs that it is a medieval relic.  Not something from the first century.  We argued over the radio carbon dating methods used to test the shroud.  It was a good night and good times.  Dad and I can be such geeks about such things.    

I told dad about mom’s response to me when I told her to quit doing so much for me.

“She took it as a personal affront!” I said laughing. “I was trying to help her!”

“That’s your mother,” dad said. “She is just like her mother as much as she hated how her own mother acted like that all her life.”

“She told you to kiss her ass about being old,” I told dad with the biggest smile on my face spilling the beans.

“She would never say that to my face!” dad exclaimed looking astonished.

“I know,” I replied. “But I thought it was the funniest thing I have heard in weeks.”

Dad laughed good heartedly.   “I’ve told her to kiss my ass a few times as well,” he said. “So, we’re even.”

A Welcomed Surprise…

I drove over at 4am to get my Cokes this morning as I normally do.  It is the first thing I do after cleaning myself up some, shaving, brushing my hair.  I was so surprised when there were six regular diet cokes instead of the usual three caffeine free and three regular.  This just excited me to no end.  This has been the second morning in a row that this has happened.  Inside the bag were also my usual eight Tylenol and eight aspirin.  Dad would be aghast if he knew mom was still giving these to me after my wisdom tooth was extracted. Dad says I am the only person alive on this earth that can get addicted to Tylenol.   I really don’t know why she is still giving them to me as well.  I guess she worries I am still in pain after the surgery.

A Twitterer Tarnished…

Remember that woman I was so dead set on making my friend on Twitter and that I was so enamored with?  Well, that didn’t end so well.  After getting to know her more completely, I realized I really didn’t like her all that well after all.  She was probably one of the most anally retentive women I have ever encountered.   It was like getting a new toy only for the toy to become tarnished after use in a week or two losing it’s luster.   Everything was akin to pulling teeth with her.  She complained too much and I tend to avoid negative people finding my mental illness is far enough negativity for me to handle in my own life.  I quit with my advances towards her.  I realized there is a reason people like her and I are single and in their late thirties.  We have lots of baggage to carry around.