A bird can and will get his head stuck in a birdfeeder leading to death on occasion.
Lemonade is sticky when spilled on a ceramic tile floor.
Drunk men are stupid.
Drunk women are bitches.
I hate doing laundry.
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12:38 AM
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Well, two years today, June 14th, Dad died. Of lung cancer. It's hard to believe that so much has happened in such an amount of time. Hard to believe he has been gone that long. Sometimes it seems not that long ago. I try not to think of Dad, as he lay in the hospital bed, trying to breathe. I try not to think of his thin frame and his lack of apetite. I try not to think of the things he had to go through as he slipped into the last few months of his life.
My oldest daughter, only daughter, graduated the same year my Dad died and headed off to college. Two years can change sooo much. I haven't hardly seen my daughter in two years. I can count the times on my one hand. She has dropped out of college and works full time. She asks for no help. She acts like she needs no one. Yet, she needs us for our insurance for sure. She has been in several accidents and cost us several thousands of dollars in car repair. Who cares about college tuition. Try paying court costs and car repair and again and again and again and so forth. Try feeling the anxiety of knowing you have not been a very good parent. That your child does not even want to call or talk to you. You have had your child with you 18 years and then...she is off to other worlds and leaves you without a backward glance. It huts. I can tell you. I wish I could have been a different kind of parent. I wish I could have been what she needed. I don't know what I've done to be excluded from her life but I feel so very sad that what I've done has not been enough. Sometimes I think back and I see the moments I screwed up. I was always stressed out and we didn't have many sleep overs. I worked all the time. I was anxious. I was an impatient mother. I wish I could have been someone she admired and loved and wanted to be in her life. But somehow, I wasn't enough for her. We never talked or shopped together. She never told me about her boyfriends or her hopes or dreams or anything. She was very much a loner child or maybe it was just me she avoided. As an only child I don't think I was a good parent because my experience level was crap!. Katie also had to go immediately after birth into the jaundice lights and I didn't get to feed or hold her for many days. I wonder if our bonding was effected by this?? Anyway, I feel sad on two accounts. Ifeel sad that Dad has been gone 2 years and that in the meantime I've lost my daughter as well....
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sheryl says just sign on the dotted line |
1:40 AM
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Well, the BRAN (bike ride across Nebraska...duh) riders descended into good old Pickleville AKA Cambridge yesterday. 600 (ish)of them. I was not included in that number. At All. Nope...not riding. My knee won't have it. The weather was poopy...cool, misty, not my cup of tea. But still,
not riding sucks.
We had an oatmeal buffet for them this morning at the coffee shop. I have to say we had between 60-80 or even maybe 100 riders in. I recognize quite a few of them too. Even though I only rode BRAN twice, I still remember the people. Most of them are scarred into the little bit of cranial tissue that still functions inside my noggin. Seems like you become some sort of weird family for that week...and it sticks! We become "odd" family links...Like some strange mullet headed daughter in law who artificially inseminates pigs, or the nose picking son of an Uncle who works in food service or...that odd couple, she 19 years older than her husband and they are talking about getting pregnant....yah....Bike riders become family. This is our reunion. And, I'm not riding. I'm like the weird demented Auntie that has a house smelling of cabbage and cat piss and even the AVON lady won't visit...only...PEOPLE...I REALY DON'T HAVE A HOUSE THAT SMELLS LIKE CABBAGE AND CAT PISS...it was just an example to CATCH YOUR ATTENTION...did it work?!!
I'm totally demolished. Ready for bed. It's only like 11 p m and I'm ready to hit the hay. To sleep Mark...not...entertain...sigh...men.
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11:23 PM
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