Ditto........25 years, bored to tears.......

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as well as the ones that answered this!

My 86-yo dad is the same way.  Sticking his nose into my business.  He also constantly rags on me about my son not mowing the grass, etc.  I have explained to him that I LIKE to mow the grass and to please drop it and he just keeps on and on.  One day he walked in my office and shook his finger at me and said, "You just wait, you just wait, y'all are drinking way too much pop."  This because I buy it when it's on sale and it lasts a very long, long time.  And, by the way, neither my son nor I are overweight.  Older people just can't (anyways he can't) realize I am 53 years old and have lived on my own without his valuable input for a long time.  He just doesn't have anything else to do. 

The thing that really bugs me is when he comes over and just plops down in here when I am working and I tell him he can't be in here when I'm working and he gives me all kinds of excuses ("I can't see read what you're typing") and I have to just keep the screen minimized until he goes.  He just doesn't get it.  The other day I told him to go over and check on my cousin's new fence, and that got his train of thought going in a different direction and off he went.  He called me one day and told me not to commit to the big diocesan pledge thing that's going on, that I am to tell them I am a single parent just barely scraping by, etc., etc., and I wanted to tell him I am not quite that destitute yet, but I just agreed. 

Oh, and I have an extremely screwed-up sister, too, who Dad thinks can do no wrong and her son is the greatest, etc., etc.  Oh, the stories I could tell about her!  Well, it was me who gave him a place to live after Katrina and it was me who gave him my couch for his new house because he didn't have one (another delusional idea, he thinks he is broke), not her, so I just keep quiet and keep civil and remind myself he's old.   When it gets to be too much I tell his sisters, who tell him to back off then he does for a while.  All part of life. 

I always have my TV on in the next room just for noise and every now and then to catch something going on. If it was turned off now I think I would be asleep! 

• 1 tablespoon olive oil
  
• 1 lb chicken breast, skinned, boned, cut into 2 x 1/2 inch strips
  
• 1-2 teaspoon chili powder
  
• 1/2 teaspoon cumin (not in original recipe)
  
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
  
• 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  
• 1 cup thinly sliced onion
  
• 1/2 cup green bell pepper, strips
  
• 1/2 cup red bell pepper, strips
  
• pizza dough, for 12 inch pizza (you can use refrigerated pizza crust if you like)
  
• 1/2 cup mild salsa
  
• 2 cups monterey jack cheese, shredded

• Heat oil in large skillet.
  
• Add chicken and cook, stirring frequently until lightly browned.
  
• Stir in seasonings.
  
• Add onions and bell peppers, cook an additional minute or so until vegetables are crisp-tender.
  
• Heat oven to 425°.
  
• Sprinkle pizza pan with semolina flour and press dough into pan.
  
• Pre-bake dough until it is a very light golden brown, about 6 minutes.
  
• Remove from oven and scatter chicken over crust, spoon salsa over chicken, spread vegetable mixture over that, and finally, top with cheese.
  
  
• Bake for another 15 minutes until crust is golden brown.

I swear.. some of these clips are getting to me, and Josh Groban and those little girls? I'm just a mess.

I guess it doesn't help that I'm sitting here transcribing an autopsy at the same time, which always gets to me anyway.

My daughter (not his own child and not raised by him) asked me for his email about a week ago and told me none of my business (just laughing as she told me this) when I asked why. This morning he reads from her "Thanks for being in my mothers life. I have never seen her happier. You are the best father ever and Happy Fathers Day. Love."  He was so touched by this, tears rolling down his face for these thoughts. Happiness- priceless.

reason to be proud!!  

makes me want to vomit actually............he's probably the most BOGUS judge in Broward..........

I live in Broward.....

and I miss her every day. I could've written your letter, especially the part about ditching her and going with friends. I could sure kick myself now for not spending more time with her.  She was a beautiful lady and I miss her, especially at the holidays.

At Christmas 1993, my husband said Let's go see your folks. I said it's such a long trip, etc etc. Next year!

Well, 10 days later, mom was gone from pneumonia. Just like that she was gone and I was left with a big gaping hole in my heart and plenty of I wish and Why didn't I?

God Bless all of us orphans on the holidays.

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