As soon as I could write, I started putting my feelings on paper. At first, I wrote simply to release the demons that had haunted me my whole life. Later, I wrote to share my own experiences with those, like myself, who may not have grown up in "Brady Bunch" perfect homes. Now I continue to punch a keyboard for both reasons above but, also, because it has become as much a part of my life as eating and sleeping. This is my life ... or some facsimile. Enjoy!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Just one more thing ...
So, yesterday I get a call from my oldest niece (21) stating that her "baby's-Daddy" and her have had a knock down, drag out, fight that came, pretty damn, close to becoming physical. And, could she bring her 6 month old son and herself to my house and stay awhile ("awhile" for my nieces and nephews has constituted 1 week to 2 years). Now, for those of you who have read this blog before (and for those who haven't just go back in the archives) you've seen pictures of my 130lb french mastiff, named Bubba. And, you also know, Bubba is not good with change or anything or anyone smaller than himself. Let's face it, he's a big bully. Anywho, after a lengthy conversation, detailing in every conceivable grotesque and horrible manner what would happen to a baby, should Bubba take interest, we still couldn't convince her, that coming over here was not a good idea (I guess things were "really" bad at home). So, lo and behold, two hours later, here's my niece and nephew, with more bags than we've ever taken on a seven day cruise walking through the door. Now, I'm a nervous wreck. We have to listen for every growl, every peep, anything out of the norm. We can't let the dog anywhere near the baby, which makes for some interesting situations and, for the love of God, I don't even have ONE 5mg valium left. Forget "Calgon", something take me away. I love my family ... I really do ... but I'm as big a creature of habit as Bubba is (in fact, I think he get's his bad disposition from me) and I really can't take much more change in my life. I hate to sound like "Roseanne Roseannadanna" (an old "SNL" character for you youngsters) but, I swear, "if it's not one thing, it's another". But, I don't want to always sound like a whiner (hee, hee) so I guess I'm stuck. If I get any sleep in the next week or so (please let them make up) I'll keep you guys up to date and if you hear anything "horrible" about a baby and a masiff on the news, than I guess Bubba has kept you up to date (just kidding, we'd never let that happen). Wish me luck.
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