Coffee with Dad

As I sit here in the quiet of the beginning of my day I’m reminded of my Dad commenting on the coffee being good. Almost every morning he’d say this ‘good coffee’ to my Mom. He loved my Mom’s coffee, mainly because he didn’t have to make it. Their coffee was ready when they got up since the invention of the timed coffee maker.  Today I’m reminded of the time when Dad made coffee so strong I could feel colors. We were in Florida camping in my parents RV in October of 2016 when Dad made a pot of afternoon coffee. Mom had bought Folger’s perfect measure disks. A full pot called for 5 of them and used so many a third of the disks were still intact. Mom and I ran some errands while Dad partook in his daily required nap. When he woke up, he must have needed an extra kick in the caffeine department and filled the container up to the top with the disks. When we got back Dad was waiting for us and pleased with himself for making that pot of coffee for us.  Mom said it made her eyes cross and I could feel the hair growing on my legs, but that was ‘good coffee’. 
PeaceLoveMusic

°•♪FrostyGurl♪•° 

Living life while grieving

Living life on life’s terms, not my terms. It’s been difficult to get used to how it is now since my Dad’s unexpected death. Life does go on no matter how hard it is to get through the day. The Earth didn’t stop revolving around the sun for me to grieve for him. I’m lucky to have been his daughter and remind myself of it every day. My biological father forgot me over 40 year’s ago. My Mom married her husband when I was 15 year’s old. That man chose to be my Dad. He loved me when I couldn’t love myself. That’s what made him my real Dad. He was a great Dad and an awesome Pap to my two sons. These are the things I remember when I’m really missing him. I know it wasn’t his choice to leave us just God’s plan for him.

PeaceLoveMusic 

°•♪FrostyGurl♪•°

Grieving for my Dad

Sometimes I get lost in my grieving and my depression takes over. Then I’m useless for a few days to everyone around me including myself. I spent the weekend behind my closed bedroom door. I feel like I neglected my Mom and brother, but I was a broken mess. I started a new blog and that kept me busy except for all the pictures I came across in my phone. My day is coming to an end and hopefully I’ll be back to my somewhat normal self tomorrow. I got things to do and people are counting on me to get them done.
PeaceLoveMusic

°•♪FrostyGayle♪•°

Say what you mean and mean what you say.

Ramblings by FrostyGurl

I’ve been wanting to write on my WordPress blog for a while, but wasn’t sure what to write I‘ve got a fun Facebook page that’s therapeutic. My blog is about how my life could easily be a sitcom about Karma biting my ass daily. I like to write about the hippie culture and whatever has kept my attention during my chaotic dayI used to write short stories and poetry, but that’s been over 20 year’s ago. Before I became a Mom. Recently I had to keep my finger away from both of my tablets and phones on hiatus because my hands were going numb. I’ve been using these Android app’s on all three of my electronic devices. WordPress has blogging app’s and I use the Ginger smart keyboard app. It has a plethora of features. It corrects grammar, spelling and your sentence context. It has a personal dictionary, synonym finder and pages to write your first drafts of any writings. There’s other features I haven’t mentioned that are amazing.  I’ll put the link to it on here if possible.  I’m a recovering addict that’s also a bipolar.  I get stuck in my head and go a little crazy at times. It sucks the life right out of me when I go days without sleeping.  I finally accepted that I’m okay with my kind of crazy. I’m medicated by a good doctor. He’s very serious about treating my bipolar disorder, depression and manic episodes.  I own my crazy like how I’m becoming the Queen of the asylum.  I’m a goofy kind of a funny. I’m sarcastic, but I don’t intend to purposely hurt anyone’s feelings. I’m sensitive to other peoples emotions. I like to laugh and be around happy people. I like ice cream too. It doesn’t judge me and no stupid questions are asked either. 

I‘ve got a fun Facebook page where I can post f-bombs whenever I want too without offending my Mom. (AKA *Ajax*) Because I can do whatever I want with it and ban anyone not acting right. Now I hear that ice cream calling my name. Till next time I’m blogging may you all be blessed with ♪Peace♥Love♪Music♥Laughter♪

°•♪FrostyGurl♪•°