Dear Abby: Salute to dad shared by all on Father’s Day
I wrote this about a month before Father's Day and never expected it to be published. My sister in law, Bev, called me to see if I had written it. Dad got to hear his tribute before he passed away.
Whenever I complain to my father about how tough work is, or how strange people are these days, he always replies, "Well, that's life in the giggleweeds." Given the number of times I've heard that expression from my dad, I guess I must be spending a lot of time in the giggleweeds, probably ninety percent of my life, I'd guess. Thanks, dad, for giving me an apt title to this blog.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
My New Theme Song - from the intro to Malcolm In the Middle
You have to imagine me singing this very loudly, fist pumping, and dancing about in the apartment, terrifying the cats. It's my war dance.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Divorce, Again. (Oh Happy Day)
Well, no one ever said Life in the Giggleweeds would be easy, did they? The first time I was married nine years. This time, I've been married almost twenty-three. My youngest child kept me hanging in there as I certainly didn't want to divorce his dad with him stuck in the middle as a "Prize," (which is often how children are treated - as common chattel - in a divorce.) I agreed to wait until his senior year was over to make my escape. I'm glad I waited for him to be ready to go off to college.
Now, why I've waited an entire year to begin the proceedings, is beyond me. Oh, yeah, it's the money thing. Duh.
As I said, "Oh Happy Day!"
Now, why I've waited an entire year to begin the proceedings, is beyond me. Oh, yeah, it's the money thing. Duh.
As I said, "Oh Happy Day!"
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