A Little Bit of Me

Sitting at the breakfast table, listening to dad tell yet another one of his stories about truck driving where, inevitably, it comes out that he knows everything and the guys loading or unloading his truck are morons....I suddenly get the urge to scream "NO ONE CARES!" Because, in reality, no one does... But grams and dad are good for each other. Dad likes to retell stories and grams can't remember what she hears, almost as soon as she hears it. It's just the rest of us able-minded people who get irritated and wish we could have the remote from Click so we can mute or fast-forward the same stories every day. I don't mean to sound heartless, but Alzheimer's doesn't take its toll on its patients. They can't remember what is happening to them. Alzheimer's takes its toll on the close family of the patient, who deal with it daily and can't find support groups or even just support from other, extended family, mainly because we are afraid of telling

Men...can't live with them, can't have babies without them.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to meet someone who lives near me, "the one" that every seems to think is out there. I may have a knight in shining armor, but he's probably stuck in a tree somewhere. Or lost cuz he refuses to stop n ask for directions.  Honestly, I have met a few (like 2) men online in various places that I would love to meet in person and see if we click the way we do online. Maybe I'm a fool for thinking someone I meet online won't be different in person. But I can't see spending months talking to someone, only to be "catfished". I like to think I am a better judge of people than that. But...with the way people are these days, I might be completely wrong in my assessment of people.  Idk...I would like to believe that there is someone out there for me. But I also sometimes feel like I've met that person already and the moment has passed. It seems