They voted her off American Idol tonight, thankfully. No more dumb blonde Daisy Mae to pick on! They had a few close-ups of Paris’ facial hair, too. Today was a great day made better by her departure!

Did I mention I saw a gorgeous black 1966 Mustang yesterday, headed to the local college? If I weren’t going in the opposite direction I’d have followed him!

Still can’t get that script thing to work right. I may upgrade this site tomrrow with new software, we’ll see. If it happens it will be tomorrow night as I’ll be gone tomrrow during the day.

You know, it’s ironic how our roles become reversed. When I was younger and my toilet had a problem, I’d simply call my father. When I first moved out on my own I was 22 I think, and moved into one of the houses my parents owned. So, instead of a plumber, I’d call dad. I remember one Sunday morning at 8 am waking up and the toilet broke, and I called him and he came right over before he even had breakfast.

For years I’d call him for help with electronics. He’d tell me which input went where, etc, as it would confuse me.

Now, it’s reversed. Mom called me yesterday and asked if I could come over and help dad, he bought a new TV and could not set the clock so he could not use the VCR portion of it. I went over and with one click fixed it, it was so simple. It’s so sad to think that for so many years he knew all of this, and now he has to call and ask for help.

I can’t say no, and even if I’m in the middle of something, I’ll drop it all to take one of them to the store, doctor, etc. You gotta remember how many years they shlepped me everywhere, from the movies, bowling, friend’s houses, etc, without much complaint.

All of a sudden you find you’re the caregiver and you’re no longer a child.

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