Flashbacks

I thought boyfriends/ex-husbands were whackadoodles. They got nothing on your live-in aging parent.  Having my dad around all the time is causing some serious flashbacks to the glory days of EH1 and EH2 (ExHusband 1 & 2).

The phrase, "get it your damned self" keeps running through my brain.  And also "a little please and thank you never hurt anybody."  Is my Pops just old-school misogynistic, or is it the Parkinson's?  I think a little of both.  If I ask (TELL) him to do something, he is happy to do it.  It just rarely occurs to him to take the initiative on ANY thing, except chasing the big P (WOMEN).

Now, I do consider myself a great caretaker.  I have been taking care of other folks since I can remember. And it brings me a certain amount of joy to do all those little things.  Except that those little things are always taken for granted and then expected.  And then you get resentful.  And the sneaky hate spiral (click that link for some more fun) begins.  Which usually ends with me drinking some vodka and crying myself to sleep.

Trying to see this as a blessing.  If I didn't have y'all to talk to, I don't know what I'd do!

Whackadoodle-doo to the max, y'all!

&8~)

Help, I'm Alive

"My heart keeps beating like a hammer..."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoK63Bk7pgw

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!  Yep, I'm still alive and kicking....miraculous, ain't it?  Wanda's World of Whackadoodles (WOW) has been keeping me busy.  If it ain't one thing, it's another, right?  ;)

I have to say, the current lingering Whackadoodle is seriously making my face do this ------>    >:<   After seven whole months, he is still reaching out to touch someonething---my psyche.  

And while I admittedly do not give a rat's hairy ass about his opinion of me, it still stings a little when someone hits you with their best shot.  Which naturally causes me to re-examine every...single..little..thing.. Stupid catfucker (click the word "catfucker" for the story behind this delightful Oh-So-Wanda's vocabulary word).

Now, don't misunderstand:  I do not miss him.  I do not think I made the wrong decision in cutting him loose.  Not one teen-eye-nsee little bit.  It's the character assassinations that really get me hopping mad (picture Yosemite Sam) and make me want to stab him in the face.  Repeatedly.  With scissors. Those crinkly pinking shears kind.  (Note to NSA, policia, etc:  I said "WANT TO" stab him in the face with scissors, not "going to".)  So now I am angry (emotion) and helpless (emotion) and also disgusted (emotion?).  And all I can do is not reply.  Maintain radio silence.  And calm the fuck down.  

Nothing a good martini and some girl talk therapy won't fix.  :)

Until next time, Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!
~* Wanda

Out of the Whackadoodle Closet

Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!  I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy counteracting Post-Traumatic-Whackadoodle-Stress-Syndrome.  It fries your brain!!

So, the Whackadoodle Closet: Oh, if I only had a nickel for every time a Whackadoodle jumped out of his closet with both feet, I'd be a wealthy woman!  Thing is, they obviously KNOW they are Whackadoodles, or they wouldn't be trying to be someone they aren't.  And it damn sure isn't a good surprise when they reveal their true identities.  Not like when Superman revealed to Lois Lane that he was really Clark Kent and she was in ecstasy that the two men she was the most hot for were actually the same person.  LUCKY HER.

No, when a Whackadoodle comes out of his closet, it is a WTF moment, for sure.  As in:  WTF, how did I not see that this jackass is a Whackadoodle?  Or, WTF, does he seriously think I want a Whackadoodle in my life?  Or, WTF, yo, what up with the Whackadoodle chiz??  And, also, WTF, how do I get rid of this Whackadoodle?!?!?!

PSA:  Most Whackadoodles, once discovered, do not slink away quietly into the good night.  Oh, no, they want to stick around and A) prove why you should keep them, and B) dissect you and your psyche and C) fling all their emotional poo at you.  (SHIELDS UP!).  And some of them (like my most recent ex-Whackadoodle) are not the least bit deterred by radio silence or the threat of legal action.  **SIGH**  The psyche dissection is my most favorite part of the whole thing.   I LOVE for someone as qualified as a Whackadoodle to tell me every single thing that is wrong with me mentally and emotionally without responding to defend myself.  But flinging poo back at a Whackadoodle just gets them all excited and thinking that there is still a chance you will take them back.  NOT!

So, PTWSS has wiped me out, but I am on the mend and hope to be back with a video post really soon.  I miss talking to y'all!

~*
Love and light,
Wanda