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Woke up in a weird mood today. Stuff popping through my head, I guess. Fortunately, the content of the day wasn’t overly bizzare, or I’d be fussy.

My Dad’s better, for anybody I talked to about that. He was having trouble with doing physical stuff, and they suspected his heart. He had a stress test Friday, and they could tell there was a blockage.

He was in the hospital Monday, and they put two long stints in his heart. One of the main ateries was completely blocked, so it’s especially good they didn’t go with my dad’s intial plan of “exercising his way through it” via the treadmill, huh? Geez.

Anyway, he was able to go home this morning. So I was relieved about that. I was worried about him. My dad’s almost 80, ya know.  That’s pretty old.

I had a day Friday. That was part of it, my Dad being sick. I also realized that hubby and I are off my son’s contact list on Facebook, although God only knows how long it’s been like that, since I hardley ever go there except to see if the kids are up to anything.

It’s stupid that it should have surprised me, but it did, anyway. I mean, it’s not like I can’t notice that he won’t respond to IM’s or emails, or that it hasn’t been that way several months. I just try to never ascribe any real meaning to it without knowing anything, you know? Evidently, I’m fairly successful at disappearing it because it wasn’t really stuck in my brain until I saw the friends list thing. I only have 3 or 4 Facebook friends, so it was kinda glaring.

At first I thought the other kid may had gotten pissed and did a number, but I heard from her this weekend and she said (and acted) not.  And that’s a whole ‘nother “How the fuck am I supposed to feel about this?” moment.

My husband, on the other hand, wasn’t the least surprised. Of course, he didn’t mention it to me although he seemed to understand it better, but what difference does it really make anyway? Because it’s all stupid bullshit, when it comes down to it. I don’t want to play “who’s speaking to whom” games. Those just piss me off because they are such a collassal waste of energy that I can use living my life and being happy.

So I guess I’m having Mommy weirdness, just in time for Mother’s Day. Isn’t that special? lol…i get frustrated with my kids sometimes, for different reasons…In general, I try to forget about it when I do. They’re all fuckin’ grown up, to one degree or another. And as often as not, I guess I succeed in forgetting it.

I’m sure they’ll figure it out…I’m sure they’ll figure it out.  And I am…because I’m done fucking trying to do it for ‘em.

And that, my friends, is what I’m up to. And dealing with trolls on my board, and my work, and my life and whatever else comes up. So this afternoon, I am freshening up my haircolor and getting ready to hop in the shower. That makes life more fun, after all!

Hope all is well in your world, and peace be with you. I know I’m taking a little peace with me…kicking and screaming if necessary.