Long weekend

It was Parents weekend at my son's school.  It was a long weekend.  On Sunday, he had a half day of school and we went to all his classes with him.  His school day is quite long.  On a normal day, he gets out of school at 5.  He has 11 periods.  You don't have to feel too bad for him because he has 2 periods off, one of which he does janitorial work in the dorm.  He gets paid for that.  Plus they are the 2 periods before lunch and he has an hour for lunch, which means he has 3 hours of free time in the middle of the day.

It was fun to see how his day went and to meet all his teachers. After going to all the classes I found a new appreciation for his school.  It is such a great environment.  Of course, all the teachers love my son.  The English teacher and dorm dean told me they thought he was a born leader and they suspect he will be president someday!  You know I liked hearing that!!!

We came home Sunday, bringing the son with us.  He is home for the entire week.  Of course wouldn't you know that he is now sick!  He's running a fever.  I'm sad that he is sick for his vacation, but I'm also glad that he is home and sick, so I can take care of him and not be worried about him up at school.

Both kids are home this week, the wild child stayed at our house while we were gone for the weekend so she could take care of the dog.  Then she decided to stay the rest of the week instead of going home for a couple of days and then coming back for Thanksgiving.  Which means I have been washing dishes non stop and I just spent a fortune on groceries! 

It's all good though, I love having them here.  They make me laugh and it's nice to have people around the house, even if they are pigs!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  I hope your day is filled with love, laughter, turkey and pumpkin pie.  And if your lucky, maybe even a spanking or two!


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Thanks!

Thank you all for your wonderful comments!  We all have a story don't we?  I feel way better knowing that I am not the only one with these problems.  I also am glad to know that you all don't think I'm mean or heartless.

I hadn't thought about the fact that I lost him when I was a child.  That is exactly right.  So I've already mourned losing him.  I'm sad that he died.  I mean, he was a human being and it's sad when someone dies, but I am not losing my father....I already lost him.

Things will be fine between my sister and I.  She has always been the drama queen in the family, so putting all her drama on facebook is what she does.  I'm used to it.  I seriously thought I would find out that he died on facebook, so at least she texted me.  I should know better than to expect an actual call from her, that is not her style.  I still think it's crap that people do so many things over texting.  Giving bad news, breaking up with someone, inviting someone to birthday party.....it seems these are all acceptable texting behaviours.  I don't like it!

So, new topic!

Most of you know, I live on the West Coast.  Most of the time, we have fine weather.  Usually, 70's.  Last week, 91.  This weekend, 58.  Sheez, Mother Nature needs to make up her mind already!  Of course, this is the first time since probably April that we've turned on the heater and guess what....it didn't work.  Now I am not going to complain...because what about the people in New Jersey that haven't had power for 2 weeks?  I feel so so bad for them because just going two days without a heater was horrible.  But I am a survivor....so you know, I toughed it out.  Actually, we bought a portable heater...LOL  Don't worry though, the heater got fixed today, but the weather is back up to 75, so all is warm in my world.

Lastly, lets talk about the empty nest.

It's so good!  Of course I miss the kids, but MAN, it's nice to know that when I buy some food it will still be in the fridge when I want to eat it!  When there is a mess that is made, I know that it was either me or Bossman.  The sink doesn't fill with dishes five minutes after you wash them.  I'm telling you, this is great!  I only have to do 3 loads of laundry a week.  A WEEK!!!!  How cool is that?

I'm sure you are wondering, what about the spanking?  I figured we'd be at it all the time.  I figured there would be a lot more sex too.  HA!  I figured wrong!

I suppose there is more sex.  I mean, we don't have to time it for early morning anymore.  We don't have to worry about someone hearing us, so that's a good thing.  The spanking?  Well the spanking isn't going that well.  We've had lots of talk about it, but then it just doesn't seem to come up that much.  There is a tad more than usual, but nothing really to write about. 

I think I should tell Bossman I'm blogging again so he can start spanking more then I will have something to write about....in my spanking blog....in which I don't talk about spanking anymore! HA!


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Death

So, I thought I'd give this blogging thing a try again.

I'm just going to jump in with both feet.

My father died this weekend.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you might remember my father left us (my sis and I) when we were small children.  My sister contacted him when I was 22 and pregnant with the wildchild. She gave him my number, without warning me ahead of time.  Surprise, instant father!

If only it were that easy!  Instead, it was awkward and weird.  He would send weird birthday cards that said things about watching me grow up and stuff like that.  Kinda creepy.  He came to visit when the wildchild was 6 weeks old.  Again...it was awkward!

It was always easy to put him out of mind because he lived in the midwest, so I didn't ever have to see him.  Then, a couple of years ago he moved 8 hours away.  Still far enough to put out of my mind.  He continued to send cards and call once in awhile.  That was fine with me.  Couple of months ago, his wife decided to leave him.  He was very sick and on dialysis and she didn't want to take care of him. My sister decides to move him to our area.  I never went to see him.

Couple of things you should know....

My sister never asked for help.  She never consulted me, nor did she include me.  She didn't even ask if I wanted to see him.  Fine, fine and fine.  It's all fine.  I chose not to be involved.  If I wanted to be involved I could have asked.

Now he's gone.

I wondered how I would feel and it turns out, I feel ok.  I'm not upset that I didn't go see him, I don't feel any regret.  I didn't know him and he didn't know me.

My sister, on the other hand, is annoying me.  First off, she texted me the news that he died.  Seriously, when did the world become so self absorbed that we don't have the common courtesy to call people when someone dies?

Second, when she texted me, she said, and I am quoting...."my dad died last night."

HER dad died.  Regardless of everything, the man was MY dad too!

Third, I'm grateful I didn't find out over facebook, but it was posted there soon after I found out.  Like moments after I found out.  She is now posting all these morose poems about seeing his face in the stars and blah blah blah!

People, I may sound crass, but let me tell you, the man was not that great.  He left my mom with 2 children under the age of 5 to take care of with no job.  He was a alcoholic and he did time in jail.  He also has a son, somewhere out there, that we never even knew about.

Now that he's dead, he's become a saint or something.

Of course, I'm not completely hard hearted.  I realize my sister has suffered a loss.  I feel bad for her.

She did what she had to do for him.  I didn't feel the obligation seeing as how he didn't take care of us. You know...you reap what you sow....or whatever.

So, do you think I'm hard hearted? Did I have an obligation to him? I hope not, because I don't like being mean and a very small part feels like I was mean.

It's not that I didn't forgive him, it's just that to me, he was merely the sperm donor.
Is that wrong?

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LOL Day

Welcome to LOL day!  I should be welcoming myself since I've become quite the lurker these days.

Yes, I still lurk around reading all your posts.  Although its easy to lurk and not leave a comment, as a writer it is very exciting to get comments.  So if you can, leave a comment.

Of course, I should be talking to myself and taking my own advise.

I'm thinking I deserve a spanking for not being a good commenter.  Also, now that I think about it, I deserve a spanking for not blogging!

Since I haven't been writing, I will not be surprised if there are no comments.  BUT....if you are still reading and lurking...HELLO!

I do feel the itch to blog again.

Maybe I will.

Did I mention the wildchild turned 22 yesterday?  She was only 13 when I started this blog.

Just thought you should know.

Anyway, have a nice LOL day! It may mean love our lurkers, but I hope you laugh out loud today too!


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grace