Why am I the only sane person in my family? Why have I been cursed with this thing called a conscience? More importantly, why do I have to be the one who really knows what the hell is going on? Sigh. My parents are at it again. Called my mom this morning about stopping by to pick up my basket. She wasn't home, which isn't unusual, so I left a message and didn't think anything of it. Around 1 this afternoon she called me back. Seems she went out for a drive because she couldn't stand being in the house anymore, tired of what was going on, blah, blah, blah. There were tears, silence on my end of the phone and a lot of heavy sighing on my part. For those new to the blog, check out the archives going way back to the beginning. My parents hit the age of 50 and suddenly became adolescents again. Especially my father. To sum it up, I'll just say there was an affair, a threatened divorce and many long sleepless nights for all four (including my sister, five if you count the dog) of us as this thing has been playing out. I have finally gotten to the point where I am staying out of it as much as possible. My relationship with my father has suffered tremendously and I am doing what I can to repair it. In regards to my mother, we're a lot closer than we were but she gets ticked off if I don't call in the span of a week. Sigh. Unfortunately she still can't grasp the fact that I am a 27 year old adult (even if I don't act like it) who has a very busy schedule with two jobs and countless other obligations. But I digress. I stopped by to get the basket after my gyno apointment and dad came by the house (he's still not living back at the homestead by the way) to mow the lawn while I was there. It was nice seeing him. We don't talk like we used to. I miss that. My sister started to run out the door and my mom got all ticked off when she mad some smart ass (aren't we all that way at 20?) comment about my dad. That set off my mom into a new round of tears. Sigh. I hightailed it out of there to get to work. Not sure what happened, I turned my cell phone off and no one has called here yet.

Big Sigh, I need a hug.

On a more positive note, I have managed to weasel my way into covering a SPORTS related event tomorrow for job #2. The grande queso (big cheese for my non-spanish speaking friends) is out on vacation and the guys left in charge were having a hard time finding a stringer, not string cheese, to cover an American Legion baseball game. When they got to the last person who declined and were wondering who can we get? I not so quietly cleared my throat and said, ahem. So that's it. Tomorrow I travel to the far reaches of the county to cover some high school level baseball and couldn't be more thrilled! It's been almost six months since I've done any sports pieces and well over a year since my last baseball piece. Definitely need to refresh the memory on keeping my book.

If this, does't prove the case for people ove the age of 60 being retested for their drivers license, I don't know what does. Bob, Marti and I were just talking about this subject on the way to see The Hulk last night. Sidebar, save your money, not that great. Again I digress. My 81 year old grandmother still drives. She's not too bad but we don't call her Leadfoot Letty for nothing. My great-grandfather drove to the age of 90 when he got sick and only gave up his keys because his doctor made him. He once told my father he would tell him when he was ready to give up driving, not the other way around. The thin skinned and reactive thing must run in the family.

Sorry for the long winded post. Lots to get off my chest (36 C) today.

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